Announcer: Welcome and we’re back with the North Pole fashion show sponsored
by Zenobia Renquist. We’ve had a star studded show tonight, ladies and gentlemen.
And it’s now time for the grand finale, the time everyone has been waiting for.
Next up is Santa Claus, the one and only, with his lovely wife Mrs. Claus. You
might not recognize Kris Kringle since he’s not wearing his Christmas glamor
today.
**Kris walks onto the catwalk and pauses.
His long white hair hangs loose down his back and over one shoulder adding an
accent to the red, Mandarin-style suit hugging his tall, toned physique.**
Announcer: Definitely not the jolly fat man I’m used to. That’s for sure. And
here is Mrs. Claus dressed… wow! Barely anything. If she wasn’t on the naughty
list before, that dress should put her on it now.
**Kris’s long, pointed ears tinge red, a
blush creeping up his face, as Alex joins him on stage. Her generous curves are
swathed in a green backless, micro-mini dress with a bustier top, sporting a
sprig of mistletoe and holly nestled between her breasts.**
**After placing a quick kiss on Kris’s
cheek, Alex places her hand on his elbow and walks with him down the catwalk.
Kris walks smoothly but he doesn’t seem happy with the amount of cameras
flashing. Alex appears to be in her element, even giving a little twirl and
winking at the audience at the end of the catwalk before letting Kris escort
her back.**
Announcer: My, my, my. I’m not sure where Santa found a wife life that, but
he’s a very lucky man. That surely does explain why the Northern Lights have
been shining so bright the last few nights. Thank you, Kris and Alex, the stars
of White
Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist.
****
Alex
is firmly on the naughty list and she wants Santa to join her.
Alex thought she was going to a job,
instead she ends up marrying the heir to the title of Santa Claus. The vows
have been said and cannot be taken back, even if Alex isn't the ideal bride
Kris was hoping for to re-energize the powers of the House of Kringle. But,
Alex is about to teach him that being a little naughty -- or a lot -- can go a
long way.
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Announcer: Santa isn’t the only celebratory from the North Pole. Next up is
another member of the Kringle family. Spir, the spirit of Christmas, and his
lovely wife Danette. These lovebirds are newlyweds who tore themselves away
from their honeymoon long enough to come strut their stuff with us today.
**Danette and Spir walk on stage together.
Spir, wearing a dark grey suit with red trim, has his arm around Danette’s
waist. The long black, braided ponytail gracing Spir’s head is looped over the
shoulder opposite from Danette, who is dressed in a soft grey pantsuit trimmed
in red.**
Announcer: Spir might not be as flashy as his brother Kris, and Danette is
definitely not as risqué as Alex, but these two are a lovely sight. And from
the way Spir’s hand is curving around Danette’s behind, I can guess what
they’ll be doing after the show.
**Danette tries to pull Spir’s hand up but
he distracts her with a spin at the end of the catwalk before he dips her. The
audience cheers as Spir gives Danette a deep kiss before letting her stand up
straight again and they walk back down the catwalk.**
Announcer: Well now. I’m beginning to see why everyone thinks the polar ice
caps are melting. No way snow can last with those two heating up the North
Pole. Danette and Spir from Santa’s Helpers: Decorating Spirit
by Zenobia Renquist (out now.)
****
She's
making sure Christmas comes more than once this year.
The Spirit of Christmas should be a joyous
person who can spread happiness around the world. Spir is anything but. His
mood is as dark as the black clothes he wears. Danette is hired to change his
clothing in hopes that his attitude will follow. Spir doesn’t want to
cooperate. When she finally gets him out of his clothes, Danette discovers
something harder than her job and much more enjoyable.
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance, Interracial, Fey
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Excerpt
from Decorating Spirit
She shrugged. “This
might not have been my calling from birth, like you, but this is my life. I
can’t do anything else. My only talent is enhancing people so they are better,
brighter versions of themselves, or so everyone thinks they are better and brighter.”
“And
now you think you can make me better and brighter?”
“I’m
not trying to make you better, Spir. From where I’m standing, you’re perfect
already. I’m just trying to make you brighter.” She grinned. “Okay, not
brighter. Just less dark. Hence all the gray.”
“Perfect?”
“What
about it?”
“I’m
not perfect.”
“Dude,
have you looked in a mirror ever? There are men who would sell their souls and
the souls of their dear mommas to have your looks.”
“I’m
not bright like Kris.”
“And
your point is what?”
“Women
-- fey women -- have always ignored me and flocked to my brother.”
“That
makes them blind or stupid or both. Kris is gorgeous and so are you. You’re
identical. And did you ever stop to think they were flocking to him because he
was the heir of the house? He’s the head of the House of Kringle, the top house
in the winter clan. Women would have been flocking to him if he looked like a
troll because of the power he now holds.”
Spir
stared at her with wide, confused eyes.
“I
think the only one hung up on you being his shadow is you, Spir. You let the
opinions of a bunch of gold diggers and opportunists determine your self worth.
You’re the spirit of Christmas. It can’t exist without
you. Even those who don’t believe in Santa do acknowledge you. Have you even
visited humans around Christmas time?”
He shook his head.
“Did
your uncle?”
“I
never saw him leave the North Pole.”
“Well
there you go. You’re basing your opinion on false information that further
perpetuates your feelings of inadequacy. I was always taught that presents and
a jolly fat man in a red suit don’t make Christmas. It’s the feeling inside.
The giving -- not to be redundant -- spirit. The love of family and brotherhood
and togetherness. Everything else is icing on the cake.” She took his hand and
squeezed it. “You’re the cake, Spir.”
His
gaze went down to her hand and then back to her eyes. His earlier confusion had
changed to surprise.
She
released him and stepped back, clearing her throat. She’d gotten too wrapped up
in her preaching. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to start lecturing you. It’s one of my
bad habits.”
“It’s
fine.” He raised the hand she’d held and looked at it as though he’d never seen
it before. “It’s completely fine.” He lowered his hand and turned his attention
back to her. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “Your enthusiasm has rubbed
off on me.”
~ Zenobia Renquist
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