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65 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 15, 2024
“I fear we’re dealing with a bloodthirsty sociopath with no boundaries, who plays by few rules but their own. Infamous for animal cruelty, with a slew of unlawful-entry and criminal-damage charges. And it appears they’ve escalated to mass murder.”
Zee propped himself up on his elbows. “And this peach is?”
Victor paused for dramatic effect.
“Santa Claus.”
“We should formulate a plan,” Victor, our voice of reason said.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, or we could go find Santa”— Zee counted on his fingers—“ get our funk on, have amazing sex, raid the meatballs, and be done by morning.”
“That’s not a plan,” Victor grumbled. “It’s a wish list.”
Butt plugs make great baubles, but baubles do not make great butt plugs— ask me how I know.”
Zee snorted a laugh. “Have you met us, Kitten? This is classic SOS Hotel night-out happenings. It starts fine, then wham, some fucker screws it all up, we get kidnapped, Fancy Daddy falls asleep, and I have to save everyone.”

"What’s that?”
“I know exactly what that is.” He shoved his phone back into his pocket. “That is a fuckin’ neon sign that says”—he swept his hands through the air—“Leave Now! Do not pass Go. Do not collect Daddy Vampire. Get the fuck out!”
"Don’t mind me, Kitten. It ain’t often I get to watch.”
“Say it. Say you wanna save Christmas.” With a reluctant sigh, Victor got to his feet and offered me his hand.
“I don’t believe it needs to be said.”
“Say it, Fancy Daddy. We all know you want to.” “I’ll say it.” I grabbed Victor’s hand, got to my feet, and grinned. “Let’s go save Christmas!”