And enjoy the latest eBook release from Victoria Blisse. Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart was released from Total-E-Bound today and it’s the perfect story to curl up in a corner with when you’re in desperate need of a little rest and recuperation after the stress and the strain of the festive season.
Do you believe in Santa? He believes in you.
Jodi is a toll booth operator and she meets Mike when one night he forgets change for the toll.
There is an instant connection and they decide to meet up on Christmas Eve for a date. However plans are almost ruined when Mike’s car refuses to start but then Santa swoops down and gives them a lift on his sleigh.
Our couple get to know each other intimately during their stay at Santa’s grotto and are surprised to find out that Father Christmas has a job for them both but will our virgin lovers take on the task?
I love this story, I mean I love everything I write but this little lovely is so sweet and good and uplifting that I can’t help but adore it. Here’s a short excerpt for you so you can get a glimpse of the seasonal heart of this story.
The greasy spoon was wittily or predictably called “The Greasy Spoon.” It was a small red fronted cafe with a yellowing “Open” sign in the window. When Jodi walked in she was hit by the the smell first, (Mostly grease with a hint of bacon.) and the sound second. She could hear the crick-crack of the bacon frying and that was it. The room was silent. The third thing she became aware of next was that every stare in the place was directed her way.
“Ah, eh, Mikey.” A harsh, spittle-filled male voice piped up. “Who’s the lady?”
“Hiya, Lee!” Mike said, “this is my friend, Jodi.”
“Ah, eh, Jodi” Lee leered at her, his dark beady eyes ran over her frame, “it’s real nice to meetcha.” His Scouse accent was so harsh even Jodi as a local needed to concentrate to work out what he was saying.
He wiped his hand on his apron and offered it to her from behind the old, brown, melamine counter. She took the proffered hand, shook it warily, and was very conscious of the sticky feeling of his fingers on hers.
“Whatcha having, Mike?” His focus changed as he swept a small stub of yellow HB pencil down from behind his ear. Jodi hadn’t seen it there until that point, because his large ears stuck out so much from his baldhead.
“I’ll have my usual Lee” he replied. “And Jodi will have?”
“A big breakfast. Extra bacon no tomatoes, I don’t like fruit in my fry-ups.” Lee looked at her with newfound awe. “Oh, and a big mug of tea and a couple of rounds of toast, cheers.”
Jodi walked off to find a table as Mike paid for their meals and took her coat off before sitting down.
“Well, Lee really likes you.” Mike stated as he sat down on one of the melded-to-the- floor plastic chairs across from her. As he slid in his leg bumped into hers. She apologised but it took a moment for her to move her knee so that their legs were no longer touching. Her mind was filled with images of her naked legs wrapped up with his. His gentle touch rioting through her senses and making her crave for a lustful touch. He smiled uneasily and she grinned back over the yellowing melamine top and noted the fact that it might well have been white, once upon a time a very long time ago.
“Is that a good thing?” Jodi asked with a nervous giggle.
“Well, yes. It means you’ll get bigger portions, and they’ll be properly cooked. Lee likes me, and I’m not dead yet.”
When the food arrived it looked, well, interesting. Jodi wondered what the bad option would have looked like. Grease, in her mind, was meant to be consumed in vast quantities now and then, all in one go. This was easily her grease ration for the whole of next year.
“This is a first.” Jodi said after munching on the corner of a piece of stiff, fried bread, “I’ve never been out to breakfast with a customer before.”
“Well it’s good to know I am a unique experience” he replied. “And I have never been to breakfast with a beautiful tollbooth assistant before either.”
The compliment did not go unnoticed and Jodi’s cheeks flushed as red as the thin, cheap, tinsel festooned across the window beside them. After this grease, Jodi thought, I’ll be turning as green as the cotton-covered baubles too.
Again silence; where both parties assessed their opposite number. Neither had really seen the other in daylight before. So, as morning had truly broken, they were seeing each other in literally a new light.
Jodi thought Mike looked a little nerdier in the light of day, but under the bright white, top that he was wearing she could see the outline of his surprisingly pert muscles.
Mike saw the dark-green of Jodi’s eyes properly and was amazed by the intensity in them. She looked paler by daylight and much more delicate. Both decided they still liked what they saw and continued to munch away happily, forking in fried egg and bacon as if it were their dying meal. The radio suddenly blared into audio range and Jodi started singing along.
“A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight” and Mike joined in with the, “walking in a winter wonderland!”
I know once Christmas day has been and gone you tend to loose all interest in Christmassy things but you should make an exception for this story, I guarantee that it will leave you with a warm heart (and hot other-regions) and a new appreciation for Santa and his little helpers.