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Six holiday romances, from sexy to sweet, prove love is better on the Naughty List.

Praise for
The Naughty List

“Warm and spicy as mulled wine, rich and decadent as eggnog, the perfect holiday read for snuggling up by the fire!”

— Christine Morgan, author of
Murder Girls

The Naughty List

 

Tiffany Reisz

Alexa Piper

Pumpkin Spice

Elizabeth Black

Doug Blakeslee

Wendy Sparrow

 

Red Moon Romance

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THE NAUGHTY LIST

Copyright © 2015 (
Info
)

 

Published by Red Moon Romance, an imprint of World Weaver Press

Alpena, Michigan

www.RedMoonRomance.com

Editor: Cori Vidae

Cover layout and design by Eileen Wiedbrauk. Cover images used under license from Shutterstock.com.

 

First edition: November 2015

Also available in paperback - ISBN-13: 978-0692573754

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Contents

 

A Christmas Maggie
by Tiffany Reisz

All Daniel wanted for Christmas was to spoil his new girlfriend, Anya, make love under the tree, and ignore all his old heartaches. But the ghosts of Christmas past aren’t so easily forgotten, especially when Maggie, his late wife, shows up to remind him why the past should stay in the past, and why his Christmases-future could be the best of his life, if he can finally let himself live and love in this Christmas present.

A Christmas Maggie
is the final story in the Daniel trio (from the Original Sinners series) beginning with
The Gift
and followed by
Daniel Part Two
.

 

Christmassy
by Alexa Piper

When taotien Valerian and witchling Cora get together, sparks fly. But on the way to visit Cora’s family for Christmas, they encounter a supernatural predator that will not only test their individual powers and abilities, but also their connection to one another.

 

My Midnight Cowboy
by Pumpkin Spice

If chocolate is the way to a man’s heart, then pastry chef Lucy Baker has the recipe for success. But will her culinary skills melt the most hard-hearted bachelor in Wyoming? A chance encounter on a New Year’s Eve flight leaves two strangers to discover unbounded pleasure and a hunger for sexual discovery.

 

In the Doghouse
by Elizabeth Black

Nicky and Angela had just begun to add a little kink to their lives when, caught up in the influence of his dudebros, he forgot their anniversary and broke Angela’s heart. Angela wants Nicky’s strong arms around her again, but first she wants him to fight for her. Can one night, a paddle, and some restraints bridge the gap between them?

 

Winter’s Daughter
by Doug Blakeslee

A child of the Fae—bound to winter and a promise given to her chosen mate. She must claim him before time runs out and all she loves in the world falls to ruin.

A child of mortals—forgotten and discarded by the world, then torn from the most amazing woman he’s ever met. Trapped in the sort of fae-tale that rarely ends in happily ever after, are they strong enough to defy the odds and find love?

 

Stealing Time
by Wendy Sparrow

As Father Time’s son, Zeit must sacrifice a mortal’s lifetime to the Fates each New Year’s Eve. Last year—inexplicably, really—he made an 11:59 substitution. The Fates are pissed and they’re after his mortal, Hannah. With the year ending, he ought to figure out why he saved her—and and why he keeps doing it.

Following an unlucky year, Hannah
needs
a week’s holiday in a lodge to unwind. What she gets is near-death experiences and a sexy immortal who can’t avoid kissing her, but might have to kill her. After all, even Zeit can’t hold back time indefinitely.

 

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The Naughty List

A Christmas Maggie

Tiffany Reisz

When he’d heard “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” playing on the radio that morning, it had given Daniel a wonderful, awful idea. Anya looked so delectable in her little slip of silk negligee, he ordered her to stay in it all day long because what else would a mean old Grinch do to his pretty little pet? Now evening, she still wore it… but not entirely without complaint.

“C’est l’hiver,”
Anya reminded him unnecessarily. Of course it was winter. A foot of snow had piled up outside the windows of his New England estate, trapping them happily inside. “I should be in flannel.”

Daniel rolled his eyes at his little spitfire of a Québécoise lover.

“You wouldn’t wear flannel if I bribed you with a million dollars and threatened you with a beating.”

Daniel knew his Anya. She barely had a cent to her name, but that didn’t stop her from designing and sewing her own clothes—clothes that wouldn’t look out of place on the runways of Paris and Milan. Even the negligee she’d shimmied into and out of last night had been one of her creations.

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her slight form against his. God, it was good to have a woman in his life again, in his home, in his bed… especially a woman with Anya’s tastes.

“Perhaps if you bribed me with a beating… then I would wear flannel for you.”

“I like the sound of that.” Daniel cupped the back of her thighs and slipped his hands over her bare bottom and up her back. At moments like this he felt the age difference between them most keenly. She’d only turned twenty-three, while he could reach out and touch forty with his eyes closed. His rough hands would never recover from his year of rappelling and mountain climbing in South America. The smoothness of Anya’s young skin served as a bitter reminder of how many years separated them. He didn’t like to think about what else should and could separate them.

“I only said ‘perhaps,’ Sir. No promises.”

Daniel dipped his head and kissed her. Anytime she called him “Sir” in that respectful tone he couldn’t resist a kiss. That word empowered him like nothing else. The second a “Sir” escaped her lips, he had to drag her to the bed, the floor, the sofa…

But today he pulled back. Too much to do.

“No. Not that.” Daniel gave her his most stern stare. “Work. Now.”

She flashed him a faux pout. “Yes, Sir.”

Anya turned her back to him, and he gave her a quick swat to hasten her retreat to the living room. They’d had the tree up with lights on it since December 1st but hadn’t decorated it with any ornaments yet. Today was Christmas Eve, and Anya tore into the boxes Daniel had brought out of storage, digging through all the glass stars and candy canes and silver and gold garlands like a kid in a candy store. This was her first Christmas free of the poverty she’d grown up in with all her brothers and sisters.

“So tell me why we had to wait until Christmas Eve to decorate the tree?” Daniel asked as he opened a box and removed a small sock monkey ornament—a gift from his friend and former lover, Eleanor.

Anya shrugged, a move that caused her nightgown to lift up high enough for Daniel to see the pale pink birthmark on the top of her left thigh. His groin tightened at the sight of so much skin illuminated by the Christmas lights.


Ma mère
… she always had us wait until Christmas Eve to decorate the tree. Papa had to work so much, he never had a day off until then.”

“That’s very thoughtful of your mother.” Daniel placed the sock monkey ornament high on the tree, front and center. Maggie would have gotten a kick out of such a silly thing on the otherwise traditionally decorated tree. Maggie… where had she come from? Daniel exhaled and tried to away push thoughts of his late wife. Maggie had been dead for as long as Anya’s mother. Time to move on… both of them.

“She was far kinder to my father than he deserved.” Anya pulled a footstool to the tree so she could adjust a string of lights near the top. “She tried to make him a better man by treating him like a king. It didn’t work.”

“I’m sorry.” Daniel reached out and tickled the back of her knee to coax another smile out of her. She responded by hanging a candy cane on his ear.

“Lovely. Thank you.” He poked her in the stomach with the candy cane and she flinched harder than he expected her to. But she quickly laughed, tore the candy cane from his hand, and placed it on the tree.

They continued decorating. Anya had a habit of repositioning nearly every ornament he placed on the tree. At first he assumed she was showing off her perfectionist side again, but soon he realized she did it solely to annoy him. And it would have, except the impish grin on her face only made him adore her more.

As Anya climbed back onto the footstool to put the star on top of the tree, Daniel reached into the box and pulled out one last ornament. While she was distracted, Daniel hid the last ornament on one of the bottom boughs. When he looked up from the floor he could see right up Anya’s nightgown.

“Anya, if you were one of Santa’s reindeer, you would be Vixen,” he said, tracing a line up the back of her leg with his fingertips. He slipped his hand between her thighs and teased her until she moaned softly.

“You ordered me to wear this,” she said, her voice breathless and soft. “You didn’t tell me to put any panties on.”

“And for very good reason.”

“What is that reason, Sir?”

Daniel pulled her off the footstool and dragged her, laughing and squirming, to the floor. He turned her onto her stomach and over his knee. He flipped up the back of her negligee and exposed her exquisite backside.

“Christmas spankings.” He swatted her hard a few times just for the pleasure of hearing that indignant yelp of hers.

“Spankings are for birthdays.” She squirmed on his lap.

“It’s Jesus’s birthday.” He gave her one more playful slap on her thigh before pushing her onto her back.

“Maman said he was actually born in spring,” Anya protested as Daniel kissed his way down her stomach. With one hand he pulled the straps of her nightgown down her arms while the other hand yanked it up from the bottom. He could have simply ripped the damn thing off but that would have taken a second longer than he wanted to wait.

“You’re arguing theology with me?” Daniel pushed her thighs open wide and found her clitoris with his lips.

Anya gasped in pleasure.

“Not anymore, Sir.”

His mouth was too occupied to tell her to shut up and enjoy herself. But his tongue inside her seemed to work better than an order.

Once he had her sufficiently wet and more than sufficiently aroused, Daniel kissed his way up her body to her lips. He let Anya taste herself as he opened his pants and pushed into her. As he sheathed himself deep inside her, she raised her hips, and moaned into his mouth.

As he thrust into her, he couldn’t help but laugh when his back tapped the bottom boughs and sent all the ornaments tinkling and shivering. He lay flat along Anya’s body, hoping to avoid knocking the tree over in his enthusiasm. Or hers. And her enthusiasm often eclipsed his. She’d come so loudly last week that his ears had rung for a few hours after.

As he moved in her, Daniel studied her face, so lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure. Her eyes wore the most beautiful, glazed look. A strand of red hair fell across her cheek and he blew it off with a puff of air. She laughed and he whispered an “I love you” in her ear.

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