What’s new at the Naughty North
Pole?
Thanks for having me Virginia!
The latest installment of the NAUGHTY
NORTH POLE book 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 POLE books 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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Virginia!
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~Deanna
FUN
& GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
The Naughty
North Pole—Book Four
By Deanna
Wadsworth
Blurb:
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!
EXCERPT:
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.
