Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute

Two Xmas Novellas in the Angels of Wrath series.

Happy Krampus Xmas Happy Krampus Day!

Krampus who? Santa’s evil brother, duh. The horned demon sort of cursed me, and I need to find a way to appease him. Otherwise, I won’t be able to proceed with my donor initiation: blood, torture, death, screams—not in that order. All I need is to follow my three-step groveling plan. What could go wrong? A cussing Santa, a house on fire, donors’ accidental deaths, groping spiders, a possessed hen, and pair of bloody itchy, furry shorts. Xmas holidays suck, and not in the fun way… The...

Two Xmas Novellas in the Angels of Wrath series.

Happy Krampus Xmas Happy Krampus Day!

Krampus who? Santa’s evil brother, duh. The horned demon sort of cursed me, and I need to find a way to appease him. Otherwise, I won’t be able to proceed with my donor initiation: blood, torture, death, screams—not in that order. All I need is to follow my three-step groveling plan. What could go wrong? A cussing Santa, a house on fire, donors’ accidental deaths, groping spiders, a possessed hen, and pair of bloody itchy, furry shorts. Xmas holidays suck, and not in the fun way… The Meet Not Cute Falling on a jock’s lap was definitely not part of my plan. I’m turning my life around, studying hard and going my own way, when a meet not in the least cute puts me on TJ’s path. Big.

Bigger. A mountain of a football jock with brown, puppy eyes that unnerve me as much as they suck me in. We have nothing in common. Not a thing. But it seems he can’t stay away from me. So why not experiment with his new found bi-sexuality? I’m all for it. I mean, his athletic, gigantic body is what wet dreams are made of—everything must be proportionate. Please. Please. Please. Let it be proportionate. I’ve been a…good-ish boy. When I start to catch feelings, my self-preservation kicks in, urging me to turn and leave. Hard to do that, though, when TJ’s massive body blocks all exits.