A Very Faery Christmas

A Very Faery Christmas
A Mackenzie McKade Novel
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: June 2012

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Christmas and faeries and floggers…oh, my!

When a mischievous wood faery pops out of her newly purchased Christmas tree, Candice Lowry knows this Christmas will be…special. Under the bossy faery’s guidance, Candice gets a makeover and learns the power of her own sexuality. Maybe now she can attract her handsome new neighbor…

Gordon Nash can’t believe the transformation in Candice. Already intrigued by his shy, mousy neighbor, Gordon is captivated by her sexy new look. And when a book on BDSM falls from her bag, he knows that she is perfect for him.


Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.

Candice’s head was spinning. His kiss was gentle, yet firm and commanding, as his tongue slid along the crease of her lips, then pushed between them to taste her. She had never been kissed like this. Control, strength and passion stole her breath. She found her fingers gripping his shirt. Her body trembled with desire and need, making her breasts feel heavy. They swelled, burrowing into his chest. A rush of moisture dampened her panties. Her legs felt weak. She doubted her ability to stand, much less walk, at the moment.

A tickle against her ear made her aware that they stood in the middle of a parking lot, a multitude of people strolling to and from the strip mall. Again the titillating itch against her ear appeared.

“Psst.” Candice had forgotten about Hector. “Too fast. Slow it down,” he warned as the kiss ended.

But she didn’t want to slow it down. She wanted to feel the thrill and intensity Gordon spoke of.

The gentle way he stroked her hair. The lust in his blue eyes—for her—sent her body into meltdown. She wanted to please him like the book said. She wanted to feel his hands roam across her heated skin, to feel that moment when their bodies came together as one.

She wanted it all.

Tremor after tremor shook her and she didn’t know how to stop them. Her skin felt too tight. The silk of her bra was tormenting her taut nipples. The string of material wedged between the cheeks of her ass—the patch of cloth now damp with her arousal—needed to be replaced by his hand, his mouth, his cock.

A moan slipped from her trembling lips. “Gordon,” she whimpered.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Deep and sexy, his voice teased her with the wicked question. “Touch you in front of all these people?”

Yes. She was a breath away from screaming the word. Yes.

Instead she heard the word “No”. It didn’t come from her mouth, but Gordon certainly thought it did, as he released her and took a step backward.

Damn Hector. That wood faery was interfering again. Making out in a parking lot probably wasn’t wise. But she was this close to holding a man who apparently wanted her as much as she wanted him. Couldn’t Hector understand what that felt like? Moisture touched her eyes and she fought to hide it from Gordon as she focused on her purse.

He reached for her and she let him take her into his arms, burying her face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Candice. Did I push too fast?”

“No!” she answered quickly, before Hector could add his two cents. “I want to experience everything you described.”

When he held her at arm’s length, he placed a kiss upon her nose. “Tonight? Now?”

She nodded. This was what she wanted.