Guest Author – Deana Wadsworth’s Countdown to Christmas
Dec 23, 2013 Filed under: guest blogger, holiday, m/m
Countdown to Christmas with Santa’s elf, Jimmy
2 Days and counting
My name is Jimmy and I work in the Electronics Division at Santa’s North Pole Workshop. You may remember me from my not so flattering debut in that story PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH. I think it was really an unfair depiction of me. I’m sorry I can’t be perky, perky it when surrounded by elves like Pip.
Thanks for having me on this blog Silvia and thank you Jorge for asking me to participate in your blog tour.
Since I’m supposed to be sharing an update on what’s happening right before Christmas here at the Pole, here goes: It’s the 23rd and Santa is leaving tomorrow night so it is pretty much crazy around here.
Like what else did you guys expect?
In my Division, we’ve been making video games and doing so much wiring that my poor little fingers are raw when I go home at night. Maybe I need somebody to rub some lotion into them…any takers?
LOL I’m sure I’ll find somebody pretty fantastic tomorrow at Mrs. Claus’s party. I swear that’s the best part of December. Last year I don’t even remember half the day, I drink so much butterscotch. Butterscotch is really awesome. It’s the sweet, candy-flavored whiskey we brew up here in the North Pole. It’s similar to the candies humans eat, but it has a powerful kick. I plan on having a pint or three of it on Christmas Eve.
With only a couple days left of December, us elves will be out of the spotlight soon. I know that while we think about Christmas every day of the year, humans only think about it this time of year. Maybe I can talk Jorge into having a monthly post on Deanna’s blog to remind everyone how hard we are working all year.
If you would like a more in-depth view of what’s happening at the North Pole you can check out the latest installment of her book, FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. I brought along an excerpt—but of course, I’m not in it. I do find it funny how some elves get not only books, but multiple postings while others, like me, are lucky enough to be mentioned. I don’t want to talk about anybody getting special treatment—especially an elf who invents a hook-up app masquerading as a dating app….errr, did someone say Pip?
While Elf4Elf has been a lot of fun, all of us in the NP know that it’s just a hook up app and nothing special. I don’t know when I’m going to get my own THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE story. Maybe next year.
But, I digress.
If you would like to enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below, go for it. Best of luck!
Then check out this excerpt from FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Well, that’s all I have to report. I am honored that cutie Jorge invited me to blog on his Countdown to Christmas tour. If you are enjoying his blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Wednesday there will be a new post with Pip at annebarwell.wordpress.com. Not really sure if I will be checking in on that day or not. After all it is Christmas Eve and as I said, I plan to be very busy!
Naughty North Pole Book Four
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!
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
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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