Taking Down Mistletoe

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 14,000
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Parties everywhere, but Alek—security and all-around handy guy—is stuck at work in the department store taking down the holiday decorations. Just when he thinks he’ll escape in time for a little celebrating, fate takes a deadly turn. A thirsty leech doesn’t mind going down, as long as Alek joins him. Tired of sucking on candy canes, Loki is sick of the tall security guard ignoring him. He’s determined, one way or another, that Alek will find himself lying flat. Unfortunately, a man dressed in black enters the scene and interrupts him. When the parasite-exterminator, in the form of a dark, handsome hunk, arrives and latches onto Alex, things go from weird to downright bizarre. Did Alek really find love under the mistletoe, or has something beyond sinister taken hold of him?

Taking Down Mistletoe
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Taking Down Mistletoe

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 14,000
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Alex kept his attention fastened low. Hurt wasn’t the word for it. It felt like the thing had snaked around him, probed beneath his skin, and embedded prongs into his flesh. But he had a more volatile problem than some sort of strangleweed, a problem that didn’t want to soften no matter how long they chattered about bizarre parasites.

The thin, loose wood around his neck couldn’t begin to compare to the pulsating redwood that demanded to be freed from his zipper—or detonation would blast Alek through the office door, through festive Christmas leftovers, through concrete and glass and out into the street, the momentum strong enough to shoot him out of Earth’s atmosphere and into the rising moon.

“What’s your name, young man? I said, stop pulling at it. Forget the leech for now.”

“Er….” What was his name? “Um, Van. Could you maybe see yourself out? I’m gonna hang here for awhile. Sorry.”

Van chuckled. “No. I plan to help you. Don’t worry, I’ll avoid it and even so, your sucker will think twice before touching a reflector. Tell me your name, sweet lad.”

“Al…ek.” He couldn’t help licking his lips. “Seriously? I’ve a sucker?”

“Yes, and you’re about to have another.” Van closed in and the next thing Alek knew, fingers inched into his and his large hand enveloped the older man’s.

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