What’s new at the Naughty North Pole?
Thanks for having me Virginia! The latest installment of the NAUGHTY NORTH POLEbook came out: FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. And if you haven’t read them yet, get ready to hold onto your stockings! This ain’t your grandma’s North Pole! In my series, Santa and Ms. Claus are twins, and she does everything she can behind his back to host a big orgy while he’s off delivering the toys on Christmas Eve. But Santa may not even notice, since he’s too busy breeding fast as lightning reindeer, and daydreaming about that one kiss he shared with Jack Frost. Meanwhile the horny elves are sneaking off into broom closets and sleeping with anyone and everyone. And did I mention that all the elves have candy-flavored cum? And that’s just in the first three books!
FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH tells the story of that cocky but sexy elf Lars who appeared in all three previous books. He’s about to get the Christmas of his dreams—if he can survive all the perky elves, a guy catfishing him on the new dating app Elf4Elf, and an attack by a wild yeti.
Jorge, the head of the Social Media Division at the North Pole has been posting blogs written by many of Santa’s elves that you have come to know and love all over the internet this month. If you want to catch up them and see what naughty things they are up to, be sure to follow the Countdown to Christmas blog series! You can catch a list of all the dates HERE on my blog.
In the meantime, make sure you enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLEbooks and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below. Then check out this excerpt from the latest chapter about those horny elves in FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH.
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FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
The Naughty North Pole—Book Four
By Deanna Wadsworth
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he's been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph's cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
Holding my breath, I knocked on the big guy’s door, fabricating excuses for my behavior while I waited. Name-calling as a means of communication with one’s team members was not acceptable behavior in the North Pole, and I had the feeling I was about to get a stern talking-to.
“Who is it?” Santa called.
“It’s Lars, sir,” I said. “You sent for me?”
Sudden scurrying on the other side of the door gave me pause. Then the rumble of Jack Frost’s deep, accented voice met my ears.
Oh for fuck’s sake, Santa was getting farewell nookie before the launch!
Upon hearing the hasty sounds of interrupted coitus, a surge of jealousy swept through me. This was the last thing I needed. Since Mike disappeared, my jealousy of every happy couple had amplified exponentially. Too busy for a hook-up, I had a feeling sex wouldn’t fix anything, anyway. Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try my damndest to make sex work tonight at Ms. Claus’s party. I needed to get fucking laid, if just to improve my mood. If it didn’t happen soon, I might literally bite someone’s head off.
The office door opened, and Santa stood before me, white-blond hair disheveled and cheeks flushed. He looked a million shades of sexy—per his usual. “Hello, Lars. Won’t you come in?”
I had the decency not to mention his sweater was inside out.
Cool as the ice that froze up my conveyor belts every other day, Jack Frost sat on the couch beside Santa’s desk, as if nothing had occurred. One long leg was crossed over his knee, and his arms were draped lazily across the top of the couch. A streak of ice blue hair swept through his black waves, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by the way it fell in his matching blue eyes. As always, an accompanying coldness permeated the air around the sprite and I suppressed a shiver.
“Hello, Santa,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. I nodded at his partner. “Mr. Frost.”
“Mister” seemed to be the appropriate respect for the source of all things winter. He could be a sadistic son-of-a-bitch, and I didn’t relish the notion of waking up one morning buried under a pile of snow. He lived here at the North Pole now and I did my best to avoid crossing his path. No need to end up on his radar if I could help it.
“Lars, I need you to get this to Sugar Plum Ridge.” Santa held out a small Christmas present the size of a shoebox, wrapped in gold foil paper. A red velvet ribbon had been tied into a big bow on top and twirly green streamers completed the perfect gift.
“Okay, when do you need it there?” Though taken aback by the random request, I accepted the gift. Why hadn’t he sent it down to my department with an assistant?
Santa gave me a long look, his blue eyes boring into mine. “I need you to take it there tonight.”
“Tonight?” I blurted out.
He nodded. “Yes. You’ve heard of my old reindeer handler, Rudolph?”
“Yeah?” I drew out the word, suspicious of where he was going with this.
“Well, he needs that gift tonight.” Santa glanced at his gorgeous partner. “What time, Jack? Midnight?”
The winter sprite nodded. I could only conjecture the meaning of his cocky grin.
“It’s very important, Lars. I want you to get a sleigh and head up to Rudolph’s ASAP. I can think of no one else to trust with such a special assignment.”
While the compliment was whipped cream on a shit sundae, no matter how inconvenient the task, I would never tell Santa no. No one could.
“Of course. But if I have to be there by midnight, that means I have to leave, um…like now. What if something happens in the Mail Department while I’m gone?” I tried to contain my annoyance. Maybe he should have asked me to do this earlier instead of sitting around with Jack Frost’s fingers up his ass.
Oh, yeah, I definitely needed to get laid if I was getting perturbed with Santa Claus.
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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