DESPERATELY SEEKING SANTA
Has Hit # 5
On Red Rose Publishing's Top Ten List
Santa leaned against a railing of silky teddies and thongs, all pink fluff and feathers along with black lace and faux fur. Mandy blinked several times. The guy didn’t move. The look on his face, humor and downright daring indicate he knew exactly what he leaned against. But still he stayed there. His arms crossed his chest, pulling the red suit across his broad shoulders. The fabric stretched and Mandy’s eyes widened. This was no weasely old man Santa and she wondered for the first time, what lay beneath all that fake Santa stuff?
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1 comment:
Let's pump it up to Number 1. Buy, buy, buy!!!
Eve Summers
Author of A Slave of My Own Desire
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