Southern Fried Christmas

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 7,000
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When vampire William's minions kidnap his cooking show host crush Ricky Joe, will it be the season for love, or a recipe for disaster?

Master Vampire William loathes the holidays. He spends the season pining for the one man he can never have--television chef Ricky Joe Dash. William's minions are tired of his foul mood and concoct a scheme to turn William's frown upside-down: they kidnap Ricky Joe and deliver him to William for Christmas. Ricky Joe enjoys his cooking show Simply Southern, but works too much to truly enjoy the rest of life. When he's kidnapped and left in a room with a vampire, will it be the season for holiday bliss--or a recipe for disaster?

Southern Fried Christmas
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Southern Fried Christmas

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 7,000
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Good Morning, y'all, and welcome to Simply Southern. I'm your host, Ricky Joe Dash, and today we'll be going back to basics with Southern cuisine. I can't think of anything better than a big bowl of stone-ground grits for breakfast, and today I'll show you how to make ‘em!

Someone was going to die a slow and painful death. William pressed pause on his remote, and Ricky Joe froze on the screen. William glared at the door, wondering which fool dared to interrupt his Sunday evening ritual of watching the love of his life on television.

Another knock sounded. William rose from his black leather club chair and tightened the belt of his red satin robe-a Valentine's gift from his minions that William found surprisingly comfortable albeit a trifle cliché. He flung open the door and glared at the vampire on the other side.

"What?"

"S-S-Sire, excuse me. I need to ask where we are feeding this evening?"

William growled. All he asked was to not be disturbed for thirty minutes on Sunday evening. Who did he have to kill to get good minions around here?

"Do you know what day it is?"

The trembling vampire at the door looked down at his loafered feet. Loafers? Really? What was this? The nineties?

William sighed. "We'll be visiting the club tonight." He started to close the door in the young vamp's face, but paused. "Unless I'm interrupted again. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sire. Thank you, Sire."

With an exaggerated eye roll, William slammed the door shut. He really shouldn't take out his frustrations on the young ones. It wasn't their fault that Ricky Joe's new episodes aired on Sunday evenings, or that William insisted on seeing them the moment he awoke. He settled back in his seat and admired the frozen image of the man of his dreams.

Strawberry blond hair fell over Ricky Joe's forehead. His hazel eyes twinkled with merriment as he measured ingredients for the grits recipes in today's episode. William sighed and ran his fingers through his wavy black curls. He'd give anything to be close enough to Ricky Joe to count the freckles that dotted his nose.

The melancholy that hit William every year seemed especially strong this holiday season. The stores sparkled with lights and festive ornaments. Some of the minions wanted to decorate, but William had forbidden it, so far. His crankiness had reached epic proportions. He'd come close to staking one of the young ones who'd dared to whine about the lack of holiday decorations.

Needless to say, they'd all shut their traps about it after his outburst. There was a modicum of guilt involved in denying them their festivities-but dammit, he had needs, too. Needs that couldn't be met by any of them. Desires that only one man could fulfill.

A man who didn't even know William existed.

He pressed play, and Ricky Joe's Southern twang echoed through William's bedroom. William watched his every movement as he prepared the dish of the day. The half-hour program passed in a flash, especially since William could use the DVR-a July 4th gift from the minions. William found it delightfully useful to fast-forward through the pesky commercials.

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