There’s a new Kringle book coming!!!

If you’ve read the rest of the series, you’ll know that elves’ relationship with sugar is deep and nurturing, but in our heroine’s case, it’s about to get a little out of hand…LOL…I am scrambling to have MORE THAN A NIGHT out this coming weekend, and have Nick’s story done for relaxing after a long day of shopping on Black Friday.  Here’s a little glimpse!

Nick Kringle is having a rotten Christmas.  A huge disappointment to his chilly, holiday-stomping father, Jack Frost, Nick’s punishment for his refusal to take on the family business is exile to the human world, no magic allowed.  Luckily, his North Pole relatives have taken pity on him, letting him run Santa’s big city candy factory and store for the season.  But Nick never counted on having to deal with customers, vendors, or Santa’s nitpicky Candy Manager, the lovely but tightly wound Phoebe Winter.  He’s never had a sweet tooth before, but everything about her sweet little figure has his mouth watering for a taste, despite the fact that her lists threaten to drive him out of his mind.  All he wants is a hot holiday fling to heat up his cold world, and then he can put her out of his mind forever.

Phoebe Winter is determined to be the best Candy Manager that Santa has ever had, even though it means controlling her magical sugar addiction and her impossible attraction to Nick Kringle.  Santa’s nephew has no right to be so hot, especially when he claims to be as coldhearted as his chilly father.  But when a jealous rival threatens to destroy Santa’s magical candy cane supply right before the holiday, Phoebe and Nick must work together to save Christmas.  Can Phoebe melt the icy shell around Nick’s heart?  Or will the passion between them melt away when the holiday is over?

EXCERPT:

“WOULD YOU LIKE A taste?”

Nick poured the sticky mess onto the marble slab and started kneading it, adding powdered sugar as the caramel goo began to hold its shape.

“I don’t…sample,” said Phoebe coldly, her tone as frigid as the icy fields of home.

“Never?”

“No.”

She probably thought he was a total Neanderthal.

“Suit yourself.”

Shrugging, Nick reached for the sink to wash his caramel-coated hands, absently popping his finger in his mouth to suck the gooey goodness off his thumb, but a muffled squeak had him looking up.

He froze.

Phoebe’s eyes were wide and bright, flitting between his fingers and his mouth, her skin flushed, and she was doing a rotten job controlling her breathing as an excited little pant escaped her lips.  Nick didn’t know if it was him or the sugar, but the sweet and perky half-elf was nearly bubbling over with repressed arousal.  She looked ready to explode at the lightest brush of skin against skin.  Nick’s inner devil grinned.  Forgetting the sink, he moved around the counter.

“What are you doing?”

“Sure you don’t want a little bite?” he asked, holding up his hand, moving carefully, like a lion stalking its prey.

Phoebe stepped back until the doors prevented her from retreating further, her clipboard clutched in a death grip in front of her as though to ward him off.  Bells jangled above as she pressed herself flat.

“It’s good,” he murmured, “Warm, buttery, rich.  Perfect for drizzling all over your body so that I can lap it off, one delicious inch at a time.”

She moaned.  His cock tightened painfully.

Nick wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but something about Phoebe flooded his mind with sweet and naughty fantasies he was suddenly dying to make reality.  He was beginning to think he might actually lose his mind if he didn’t get his mouth on her within the next thirty seconds.  He’d never had a reaction to a woman like this, but didn’t have the brain cells to examine it, because she shocked him, grabbing his wrist in a firm grip and bringing his fingers to her mouth.

Oh God.

She was still holding back, breathing in the scent of caramel, watching it drip slowly down his hand, practically shaking.  Nick swiped her lower lip with one finger, spreading sticky sugar.

Soft.

“Open your mouth, Phoebe.”

Her tongue darted out to eagerly lick it away, and the sound she made was so hot, he shuddered in reaction, wrapping his free arm around her waist to pull her tight against him, his cock hard enough to pound nails, pressed into the softness of her belly.  Nick couldn’t even be insulted that she didn’t seem to notice, because that gorgeous mouth was on him now, savoring the caramel on his skin, slowly sucking his fingers inside, one at a time, and rooting for every little trace of sugar.  Her eyelids fluttered down as pleasure suffused her face.  It didn’t look like she was planning to release him anytime soon.

Nick absorbed each lick and hot little suck with greed.  He wanted her mouth on him, everywhere.  He wanted to feel her exploring his chest, his abs, with the same hunger.  He wanted to watch her take his cock down her throat, stretching her lips with each sumptuous stroke.

Nick groaned.

SWEET, SHE THOUGHT, SO sweet.

She lapped up the caramel, hungry for all of it, feeling the magic of sugar zing through her system.  And the taste of him was delicious – salty and hot and addictive.

There’s a reason I shouldn’t be doing this.

The frosted glass door was cold against her back, but her front sizzled from the press of his body, the hard bulge of his cock cuddling against her belly, her aching nipples pressed into his chest.  His fingers had found bare skin, tunneling under her sweater to stroke her waist.  It felt so good, and Phoebe shifted restlessly as he teased, tracing the waistband of her jeans before sliding up to cup her breast with a warm hand, nudging the bra aside to stroke her nipple with sure, toe-curling friction as it tightened under his touch.

The zap of pleasure that raced to her clit was enough to shock her out of her dreamy state, but she only had a moment to raise startled eyes to note the blue-green fire in his gaze before Nick’s mouth found hers.  If the sensation of tasting his skin had been delicious and sweet and naughty, the feel of his mouth was wicked delight personified.  She dropped his wrist and wrapped her arms around his neck while he took her mouth with a skill that turned her knees to jelly.  Her pussy was hot and swollen, her panties soaked as his fingers plucked her nipple while his tongue fucked her mouth.  Her knee slid up his thigh as she raised herself on tiptoe for a better alignment.

Just one more moment…