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.

Ive been agood-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.