Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star... Reckless, known only as Mr. Rec, is an Elf known for following the rules and toeing the line. He has a rocky past, and order ensures him a safe and secure future. That is, until he steps in as the department head in the Otherworld Weapons Gift Department in the North Pole and meets an Elf who threatens to push all his boundaries.
Lacy loves her job as a leather crafter. The day Mr. Rec comes in to take over, however, is the day her world starts falling apart. How can she want the very Elf who makes her madder than hell?
One thrives on command. The other, chaos. When the two come together, will they burn bright like the North Star, or will their spark burn out before Christmas morn? Excerpt: "Hi, Mr. Rec. Didn't think we'd see you here tonight."
Rec nodded and sat down at the bar next to one of his hard-working employees. "Hi, Noysen. I know I said I'd pass on the Christmas party, but... let's say I changed my mind." If coming here because Santa ordered him to do so could be called changing his mind. He'd much rather be at home, planning how he'd get a certain little Elf over to his place.
"Glad to hear it, even if our department don't celebrate quite like those Elves who make presents for humans," Noysen commented.
"I'm seeing that." Rec took in the darkened, oversized convention room, the loud music and questionable-in-public cries and moans. Contrary to what his employees must think, the atmosphere didn't make him uncomfortable. It brought back memories.
Noysen chuckled and hefted an oversized mug of ale. "Santa -- he knows his Elves, ya know? Take our department. We make weapons for aliens and demons alike. With the kind of shit we see, you think we'd want to sit around fancy decorated tables and sip eggnog for fun?"
Rec barked out an unexpected laugh as the picture formed in his head. "You have that right. It'd be like imagining one of those Elves coming here."
"That's why we're surprised you're here, Mr. Rec," Hoyden, another employee, interjected from two seats down.
Rec signaled for an ale. "How do you mean?"
"You're a manager, don't get me wrong. Our weapons department is running smoother than Iliaran oil right now. But I've always seen you as one of those fancy types."
Rec twitched his lips. "I suppose you have a point. I don't mind those gatherings; I've been attending them for years." He sipped his ale and debated before adding, "In my younger days, I saw my share of back-alley fun. Besides, I like to kick back and relax as much as the next Elf."
The Elves grunted their agreement and drank their ales.
After a few minutes, Hoyden cut his eyes at Rec. "There's some awfully pretty Tipped Ears here tonight. Many are from The Leanings."
Rec gave a short nod and a tight smile. He understood perfectly what Hoyden referred to. The Tipped Ears would be the pretty female Elves, and from The Leanings meant they were from the outskirts of the North Pole. Rec knew about Santa's arrangement from when he was a wee little Elf and living in The Leanings himself. Not that many others knew about his past, but Rec remembered how excited all those Elves became this time of year. If invited, they could come to these parties and work -- in a wide variety and loose definition of services -- and be compensated enough to get them through the rest of the harsh winter.
"There sure are, Mr. Hoyden," Rec answered. "If you find yourself with one, remember to be respectful and very appreciative."
Rec bid the Elves a Merry Christmas, snagged his drink and made his way around the room. He stopped every once in a while to say hi or to wish another a good season. He bypassed the shady corners where the pretty Tipped Ears were earning their wages, and he politely declined several intimate offers from others. Any other time he might have given in to temptation to ease her comfort and his -- as well as pad her pretty pockets with coin -- but for the past month one Elf in particular had taken over his every waking thought.
Lacy. A svelte little Elf with the longest, pointiest ears he'd ever known. She had a pert nose, slanted eyes and full lips that had him mesmerized the last time he'd seen her snacking on a peppermint stick. Her hands were gifts all in themselves, being able to craft a piece of demon leather like he'd never seen.
But she could be a rabble-rouser and a prankster, and when he came into the department and started setting things right, she'd balked. She'd even tried to tell him what to do. He'd let her know fast he didn't appreciate that treatment.
But more than that had been his growing desire for her. Even though there were no steadfast rules on relationships between co-workers, Rec had always kept his business and pleasure separate. His desire for Lacy had grown to the point that in their last confrontation, he'd broken out in a sweat to keep from hauling her pert little ass up against the wall and fucking her into obedience. Knowing he'd been at a breaking point, he'd asked -- no, he'd begged -- Santa to reassign her. He'd gotten his wish, and he'd not seen one black, purple-tipped hair of the little Elf in nearly two weeks. It should have calmed him down. Instead, not seeing her every day drove him nuts.
Another pretty Tipped Ear approached him, and when he turned her down, she huffed and stomped off. Kinda reminded him of Lacy and made his cock stir.
Again he thought about how Lacy had stood on her little tiptoes and shouted in his face when he told her she'd been reassigned. A tight smile crossed his lips. She was still pissed. He knew because for the past week, she'd left reminders on his doorstep in the form of sculpted miniatures depicting his death at the hands of various demons and Otherworlders. She never left her name, but he knew her exquisite craftsmanship anywhere.
"One more and those pants will have to go!"
Rec turned toward the hoarse shout at the back corner of the room. He asked an Elf at the back of the crowd, "What's going on?"
The Elf chuckled. "That's the dart area. A sexy pointy ear decided she wanted to play strip-darts."
Rec smiled. "I bet those Elves are getting an eyeful. I hope they pay her handsomely."
The other Elf laughed outright. "So you'd think. She's good. I've never seen a female play so perfectly. I don't think she's lost more than her shoes."
"No. And she's drunk off her ass, too. Must be. She keeps ordering double rounds of Sens-poison. I've never known any Elf to handle more than one shot before he goes under."
Rec chuckled. "I have to check this out."
He studied the tightly knit group. He couldn't quite see over the crowd, but he did spy a dart sailing through the air and heard the solid thunk as it landed, quickly followed by chortles and wolf-whistles. Maybe they finally got something more than a shoe off her. Still, he was intrigued. He'd been one hell of a dart player in his day, and to find another supposedly that good would be a treat.
"That's it, baby. All the way off. Let me get an eyeful of those heavy Christmas balls."
The low, seductive voice stopped Rec as he worked his way through the crowd. "Could that be..." He muttered the words to himself. "No, not Lacy."
"Aw yeah, nice and heavy. I like your cock too. Go to the left with the others. C'mon guys. I need one more."
Rec broke through to the front of the crowd and stopped in shock. There stood Lacy, all right -- completely clothed minus one shoe, front and center of the dartboard. To the left, against the wall, stood four very naked, very aroused Elves. Each sporting goofy grins.
"What's going on?" he growled to the Elf to his left.
"What? Oh, she's daring the guys to play strip-darts. Every guy she beats has to stand over there and wait until she's finished for the night. Then she gets to do anything she wants to them."
Even as Rec seethed over the stupidity of this game, he also warred with jealousy.
"Ooh, aren't you a sexy one," Lacy commented loudly and sauntered over to a stick-thin Elf.
"And what if she loses?" Rec asked.
He laughed. "I don't think that'll happen. She's hitting bull's-eyes every time."
"What happens if she loses?" Rec repeated with a snarl.
"Easy. If she loses, she said the winner could do anything they wanted to her."
"That's what I thought," Rec murmured. If there was one thing he knew about the boundary-pushing female, it was that she was fair. A plan quickly formed in his mind. He wouldn't take advantage of her if she were truly inebriated, but the thought of having her to himself caused his cock to go rock hard.
Meanwhile, Lacy petted the skinny Elf and made a few comments that had the boy blushing.
Rec had had enough. He stepped forward and in a loud voice announced, "I'm in."
Digging through some old writing the other day, I came across a very short piece I'd written several years ago. It amused me, and even brought a "yeah" and a chuckle from my DH, so I decided to share this little bit of man-POV with you. Fair warning, it may be short, but it's explicit. Enjoy!
When life pushes you and all you want to do is crawl under a rock and hide, do you take anything with you? Me? I take a book. Rather, I take books. That's where I've been lately. No, "life" isn't all that bad overall. Nothing more than most any other person I imagine, but I've been binge reading like crazy. Some books I've read are good, some are great and some are...eh. Great books I've been immersing myself in are stories by Lori Foster and Marie Harte, for example. Mara, Daughter of the Nile kept me captivated. Several box sets have kept me entertained for hours (and I've picked up a few new authors to add to my to-buy list from these sets).
On the other hand, one of the tales that made me go "eh," believe it or not, was the Hunger Games trilogy. Wait, let me clarify. I truly liked the books and the fact of so much death and violence resonated with me in a very edge-of-my seat way, but I did not like the way the books ended. No, I'm not giving spoilers for the very small percentage of people who have not yet read Mockingjay, but let me simply say the last ten to twenty pages made me at turns mad and feeling cheated. And this is before the epilogue. I can take the epilogue, but the ending seemed depressingly rushed. How did you like the ending of the book, for those who did read it? On another note (but still about book reading) is that my TBR pile is growing by leaps and bounds. See, I make note of books I want to buy on my Kindle by gathering samples. I have well over two pages worth of books I'm in the process of buying and reading. Yikes! Add to this, my DH sells books and he recently brought home a box full of various erotic romance titles I've not yet had the pleasure of reading. Yes, I've already sorted them though to the books I want to read the most to those I'm not sure about. I think I'm set for awhile. Or, until my next binge reading episode. hahaha I've brought my head out from the pile of rocks and told myself that I need to hunker down with the written word more. Heck, I'll still read, but for the next while my free time will be spent in front of the keyboard and my reading time will cut back to resemble that of a normal bibliophile. Now nod your head with me, as if we all believe any reader will cut back their reading time. I invite you to lift your coffee cup with me and cheer on the many pleasures of reading the written word.
dwarves. Always have. Even the short of stature, not officially dwarfish among
us. Used to have a big crush on Wallace Shawn from My Dinner with Andre and of
course Star Trek Deep Space Nine. (See how I work Sci-Fi into everything I do?
Heh.) But then along came Peter Dinklage. Frankly, it was goodbye Wallace and
I first saw
Dinklage in The Station Agent. A good little film that had me laughing when one
of the characters nearly drove over him. Trust me. I know I sound sick, but
it’s funny! Then I saw him in Game of Thrones as Tyrion. I knew right away I’d
be hooked on the show, even though I don’t have a TV! And hey, I’ve been proven
to be right. Dinklage is getting wonderful reviews for his work on the show. I,
still in the grips of my dwarf love, have written a story with a dwarf. A
snarky, flippant, bossy dwarf named Otis. Gee, I wonder who Otis reminds of?
order not to have people underestimate the power of this dwarf, I’ve made him
the keeper of the blue light. In the original Grimm fairy tale The Blue Light,
the dwarf just kind of appears. He’s somehow linked to the object but then
again, he appears at the bottom of well in smoke. Yuck! My dwarves certainly do
not take the troll road! They take the high road and the prefer a non-smoking
environment thank you very much. So, first thing, I got Otis out of the well
and gave him the object of power. And a wife. Darn it. Cause I wanted him to be
happy … but, you know. Now he can only be my book crush and not my book
Nik can be
your book boyfriend, though. As beta of the wolf pack, he works closely with
Otis in ridding the forest of the evil witch Petrina. If he plays his cards
right, Otis just might let him in on a few secrets.
he’s shorter doesn’t mean Otis doesn’t have the smarts to get the job done. And
did I mention he recues Nik’s love interest, Caroline from her father?
sagely* A short man is definitely good to find! If you don’t believe me, try
out Otis and his no-cussing-allowed
wife Estrella in Darkest Magic, out now from Decadent Publishing.
Excerpt: When Caroline
feet pounded out the rhythm of fear on the forest floor. The sound stank of
agony, of struggling, doomed prey. How many times had she heard it, thrilled to
it, while hunting? But now she was the hunted, her beating heart desperate to
father closed in. His hot breath seared her shoulder blades, his warmth and
scent getting closer, closer. The muscles in her back twitched in anticipation
of the agony caused by the metal slicing through her flesh. How many more
seconds would it take? One footstep. Two. Three. Oh, God!
life ended, but not from behind. Something big, blue, and fast hit her from the
side, knocking off her feet. Swept along with it, her trajectory unknown, she
looked behind her to find her father long gone. What the hell? What could be
faster than a wolf? Nothing. It’s
impossible. I must be dreaming. Already dead. Caroline closed her eyes and
surrendered to an unjust fate. It’s over.
Done. No more.
few moments later, the movement stopped. She was placed on the cool grass. Her
final resting place.
“Hey, lady. Do you think you can walk from
looked up into the face of a tiny, panting man dressed in green velvet, half
bent-over with his hands on his knees. Impossible.
I’m hallucinating. Shutting her eyes against the image, sure this was only
her fertile imagination gone haywire, she focused on letting go.
not exactly light, you know. You could lay off the ice cream any time.”
gasped and bolted to sitting. “What did you say? Are you calling me fat?” She
did a brief check of her torso, arms, and legs. No, not fat. Was it possible
she weighed more in death? Or was this little man merely a whiny wimp? After
all, she was used to the strength of wolves. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”
inhaled, puffed out his chest, and brought himself up to his full, rather
stubby height. “Oren Thelonius Icapod Snodgrass.”
mouth fell open. She tried several times to blink the man away, but it didn’t
call me Otis, for short.”
can’t be serious.” Death was a lot stranger than she’d ever imagined.
Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his
new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on
insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He
can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the
help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her –
but their assistance comes at a price.
tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his
hesitation.After all, she senses their
mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who
tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block.Without Nik to protect her, she flees the
pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.
last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must
wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty
tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife
will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of
romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate,
tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit
her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty
thoughts for the sake of future explorers.