Hi, I’m Jack Frost. You may have heard of me, or cursed me when you had to scrape snow off your car in the morning, or maybe you read my story in A GIFT FOR SANTA, written by Deanna Wadsworth in THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series from Decadent Publishing.
I have no idea how Deanna and Jorge were able to talk me into writing this stupid blog, but I could be doing a million other things—like brewing up a nice blizzard to hit Sheboygan. Or sending a freak snow storm to southern Georgia. I really love fucking with those southerners who can’t drive in snow. Every time they get a sprinkle of the white stuff, entire cities shut down.
That might make me sound like a jerk, but well? I am a jerk. Proud of it, too.
But seriously, this is a really busy time of year for me so I’m only writing this blog for Nicky. Yup, that’d be good ol’ St. Nick, Santa Claus, or Father Christmas to the rest of you folks. Nicky is my lover and we’ve been rusticating at his North Pole Workshop for a few months, and it’s going surprisingly great. Though I hate doing crap like this blog, Nicky has his ways of making it all worthwhile in the bedroom. I can’t tell you any more than that, because I gotta keep it clean. He wouldn’t appreciate me sharing any of his moves. But believe me he has deliciously evil ways to get me to do the things he wants. I’m getting a little hot just thinking about it!
Back to business….Jorge asked me to update folks on what’s going on here in Nicky’s Workshop, not talk about what a dynamo Santa is in the sack.
So here goes:
1. Nicky is out in the stables every day, all day so when he comes back to our room, he stinks like reindeer. Not sexy.
2. The elves are running around like a bunch of little lunatic’s, rushing to load the sleigh with toys and generally working like crazy. It’s highly entertaining to watch.
3. Frieda is prancing around secretively, trying to plan her big party. She still thinks Nicky has no idea about it. Damn, that girl is a dingdong.
4. The Christmas Cookie Baking School Nicky started has now perfected beer cookies. Weird, right? To my surprise, they’re actually pretty good.
5. Then there’s me. I don’t do last minute, so I planned out all my winter storms months ago so everybody out there in the world can have a white Christmas. If you don’t get one, don’t bitch to me, though. A winter sprite can only do so many snowfalls a year, and I gotta spread it around for proper climate control, ya know?
Now I just gotta sit back and watch over my storms, anxiously awaiting December 26, Boxing Day. Christmas will be over and I will have all of Nicky’s attention. At least for a little while. Come January, and it’s all Christmas all the time.
Yes, I’m man enough to admit I’m still jealous of Nicky’s holiday. But hey, I’m working on it. At least I haven’t frosted anybody to death since I’ve been with Nicky. That’s progress.
Anyways, that’s my report. You’re welcome, Jorge and Deanna. And thanks for hosting me, Novel Approach.
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FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
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.
About the Author:
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.