Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition
This Christmas, good will isn’t all these sexy men are going to get…
Ménage loving and chance encounters will make the holidays merry and bright and hot enough to keep out the cold. From a romp in Santa’s candy house to a dinner party where chains and collars are required attire, Christmas for these naughty men is going to be anything but vanilla.
- Erotic Romance, MM, MMM, BDSM
- Word Count: 31,970
- Heat Level: 3
- Published By: Evernight Publishing
“With a range of stories, including two menages, this decidedly un-vanilla selection of stories offers something for almost every level of BDSM.”
– Rainbow Book Reviews
Where To Buy
Evernight | Amazon | Bookstrand | Kobo | Smashwords | iTunes
Excerpt from “Tied With a Bow”
Paul looked up at the thick red velvet ribbons wrapped around his wrists. He tested the bonds; they were comfortable, but offered no chance of escape. He was naked, stripped gently but unrelentingly by his neighbors (lovers, he thought, they were his lovers now, and wasn’t that a wonderful thing) and bound to their huge brass bed.
When Tim pulled out the spool of cheery velvet Christmas ribbon, he’d raised his eyebrows. The blond shrugged and laughed. “I always had a fantasy about tying someone up like a Christmas present,” he confessed. “Do you mind?”
Paul pictured himself bound with the pretty red ribbon, ready to be unwrapped by his new owners, and his mouth went dry. He shook his head.
Within minutes, each wrist was anchored to a bedpost. He could move his lower body, but that was all. He was trapped in place, helpless to stop what was about to happen.
He was so hard it almost hurt.
As Tim finished his festive bondage, Rory explored Paul’s mouth with sweet, slow kisses. One long-fingered hand traced circles on his chest, pausing to play with a nipple. He raised his head, giving Paul a look. “Safe word?”
“Mistletoe,” Paul recited obediently.
Rory turned to Tim. “Scissors?”
Tim lifted a pair of paramedic scissors, putting them within easy reach on the night table. “As always.”
“Great.” Rory grinned seductively. “Let’s get started.”
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