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Authors: Kat Von Wild

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Santa Baby

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Santa Baby

Holiday Adult Romance Novella

This book contains sexual content that is
intended for mature audience only.

Published at Smashwords.com and Copyright
2013 Kat Von Wild

Cover Illustration by Jenna Blu

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incidences are creative endeavors of the author. This eBook may not
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What do mistletoe, a sizzling hot redhead and
a smoking hot bartender do if thrust upon each other with
undeniable lust? They meet in the middle of course. Instant
attraction and lustful illusions can lead to something so wonderful
during the magical time of year.

John Tally is a successful businessman who
has made his millions, and now it's time for him to come back from
the beaches of California to his hometown of New York to help his
brother out. While managing his brother's tavern while he recovers
from surgery, he expected a fun hangout with the locals. What he
did not expect is a redhead so delicious that he decides that
putting his heart on the line could be worth it in the end.

What Callie O'Conner never expected while
Christmas shopping for gifts for her family was a day of
frustration. Doing something so not her style, she stops into a
cute little pub for an afternoon beer. What she got instead was an
early Christmas present for herself.

A happen chance romance with such sudden
attraction that can only happen during that magical time of the
year. A sensual short romance read that will have you hoping that
they both will meet again. Filled with erotic love scenes to warm
you up and romance to tend your heart.

Table Of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter One

With the rush of the holiday season upon
them, two people are about to cross paths with a mysterious desire
to quench their sexual desire. Can they dismiss their first
impressions the second their lips touch? Will their intense sexual
desire be satisfied?

Looking into the mirrored backdrop through
the rows of alcohol, John Tally, saw a frazzled looking woman, yet
so sexy she required a long inquiring examination from him in the
mirror. He noticed that she looked visibly exhausted. It was in the
squint of her bright green eyes, her tensed pursed lips and the way
she slammed her purse on the bar top; he had a feeling that she
would be a verbal let down in afternoon entertainment sparkle he
would have hoped for with a woman that was as sexy as she is. The
red hair was a sign; she was fire. Yep. He would peg her as a
hot-tempered redhead. Nevertheless, she was sexy. He would give her
that.

The sound of her heavy filled black leather
purse, hitting the counter, caught his attention. However, it did
not cause him to turn around from washing the last of the lunch
rush, bar glasses. He preferred the privacy of the mirrored
backdrop to ease his curiosity.

A quick mental flash of that hot sexy redhead
with her hand wrapped around his cock and her luscious lips about
to surround his throbbing cock was erotic. He felt a rapid flinch
of awareness between his legs and smiled to himself thinking how he
never had a redhead before.

This type came in here from time to time,
nicely dressed, good looking with nothing but gossip and turmoil to
spill. It was like nails on a chalkboard for his ears. He often
wondered why these types took their lunch hour drinking away their
worries in a local pub like this.

Why, they did not just head to some trendy
bar where they could be seen and heard, and maybe some other
bartender might act as if they cared for a decent tip? However,
that was not his style. This was not his bar; it was his brothers.
He did not need anybody's tips, especially if the complaints and
drama came with it.

What he liked was the locals’ stories of
jokes and true grit. Of men and their wife's naggings, now that was
funny. He liked the local union guys coming in and talking shop
about machinery, and bosses who bitched about employees with
stories that made him laugh. He liked that he had put himself in a
position to help his brother out and not need to worry about a
lousy tip from some hot-tempered redhead.

The Christmas music in the bar was playing a
slower medley for its lingering customers. The lunch rush was over,
and the corner street bar of Tally’s Pub was practically empty
except for a few patrons finishing the blue-plate special that they
offered to late comers.

Covering for his brother at his bar while he
recovered from surgery was a given. However, the customer clientele
sometimes left much to be desired. Being New York City and the fact
that he had always been a more laid-back west coast kind of guy, he
had found a customer from time to time that gave New York its bad
rap. Although, if he had to live year-round in this city again, he
might pick back up some of the attitude, which was not always a bad
thing.

This particular woman in her unraveled state
definitely came across as less than desirable. Hence, in her
current predicament, he did not feel the need to rush right over
and take her drink order, because her troublesome woes would be
sure to follow like a babbling brook. Maybe that was why he changed
the music to a slow list of Christmas melodies. Soothing him from
the rush of lunch he just went through and knowing that his
bartender relief that just called in sick just made for a very long
night.

With a methodical placement of the last glass
he was drying, he turned slowly to only see the top of her head.
Her long curly reddish-brown hair was covering her face as she
looked to be searching for something in her lap. She looked up as
she blew out a puff of air from her full luscious lips, and it
rushed her hair out of her face. She was stunning, with her rosy
cheeks from the cold; her full luscious bronze colored lips all
shiny from her lip-gloss and her sparkling green eyes that seemed
to light up next to her hair. She read like a professional type but
in a cover girl sort of way. She looked young yet old enough for
him, but still young and ripe.

Slowly, he strolled over to her with rampart
thoughts running through his head, running up a steep hill against
his conscience. “What can I get you?” He leaned over the bar top
trying to look cool and collected, but his thoughts were starting
to race hot and steamy. Like what she looked like under that red
cashmere tight fitting sweater she was wearing, so tight it
revealed her large breasts just ripe for his touch. Watching her
take off her expensive looking black wool coat instantly caused an
arousal in his groin again.

She smiled with a smirk like grin and a
definite dose of attitude. “You got any of that wonderful time of
the year this flipping song keeps repeating.” Looking back into her
wallet, she found her credit card that she thought she left at the
last store that tortured her. “You take Master Card? Of course, you
do. Everyone takes MasterCard. I’d take it too if they’d pay me the
interest that they’re charging me to buy all my Christmas gifts
this year.” She flipped the card on the counter and tossed her
wallet off to the side. “I guess a tall one of whatever would do.
Thanks.”

John turned without a word. Not feeling like
Santa Claus, he grabbed a glass beer stein and filled it with the
cheapest, warm beer they carried. Knowing it was rather scrooge
like of himself, but he didn’t want to give her good beer and have
her stay too long.

A woman like her, read like this; from her
negative attitude with her negative comment about Christmas, to
money troubles since she is bitching about credit-card interest, to
a massive case of holiday blues. He loved this time of the year. It
reminded him of his mom, god rest her soul, and all the things he
is thankful for, because, this time of the year was wonderful and
magical to him. No sexy eyed, luscious lipped redhead was going to
ruin that for him.

“Here ya go.” He set the beer on a Tally bar
napkin and flipped the bar towel over his shoulder. He slowly
sauntered into the back where he needed to change the flat keg of
beer he just served her. He did not see her ordering another.

As he headed to the back storage room, he
could not help wondering about her. With a name like Callie
O’Conner that he read off her credit card, he had to wonder about
the woman. He figured a dose of fantasying was better than dealing
with her cranky butt. Perhaps if he took long enough she would just
pick up her credit card and leave.

Chapter Two

Callie absorbed the finer details of her
friendly neighborhood bartender. Mentally, she worked herself up
thinking sultry thoughts. She envisioned him between her legs,
working his way up with gentle kisses to her thighs, and then with
a sexy smile and the use of his skillful fingers; he would create a
euphoric explosion that she was long overdue for. That vision
caused a soft gentle sigh from her lips.

She rattled off all the pluses to his
demeanor, tall, muscular build, solid jaw line, a hint of stubble,
and short thick dark hair and mm, mm, mm. That behind as he walked
away to the backroom in his faded jeans were making her feel
yummier already. His crystal blue eyes had widened as he looked at
her when she first blew her hair out of her face. If she had not
known better, he was just as interested in her as she was him.

However, did she walk in here all cranky. She
could not blame him for hightailing it out to the back any faster.
She had not meant to bite the hand that served her, but the serving
hands had been biting her and clawing at her all day. She knew it
was a stressful time for everyone, and it was not everyone’s fault
that at every flipping store she went to that the one item she
needed for the special person left on her list was out.

The last store made her so cranky that she
did something totally out of character, and stopped in at this cute
looking tavern two blocks back from the last store she went to. The
last department store's ad from the Sunday paper was as usual, out
of stock. She left empty handed as the certain hoodie her nephew
wanted was out. Since, he was her favorite nephew, her heart felt
empty. He really wanted that hoodie. She did not have a clue as to
what else to get him. Cash was what she gave him the last few
years, and he liked it but this year she wanted to try extra hard
and get them all something nice and get what they put on their
list. She did not have a large family, and she wanted them all to
feel special, especially since she could not be there to share
Christmas with them this year.

Her new job in New York was crazy busy. She
had two more days until the shipping would cost her an arm and a
leg to send gifts. She hadn’t wanted to wait this long to pick up
the gifts, but the only time she had off from work, most of the
stores she needed to go to were closed. She lied to her boss and
secretary about where she was at and begged the client to say they
kept her all day. This particular client said no problem, as long
as she went to dinner with him on Thursday night. Being Tuesday,
she hoped the time would drag, or maybe she would get the flu. She
really did not want to go out with the creep, but he is a top dog
at the company she needed the most on her list of clients.

She took a sip of her rather large beer,
something she had not tasted since high school prom. Sometimes once
something comes up; you never want it to go back down you again.
She sat for a second after her first swallow and all she could
think was how this warm flat beer tasted an awful lot like the beer
she puked for an hour after the prom.

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