Baby, It’s @#$%^&* Cold Outside – Hot Holiday Reads to Warm You Up


It’s that time of year again: HOLIDAY TIME!!!!!!

Creepy Elf on the Shelf?

No thanks.

Annoying Christmas music that starts before Thanksgiving?


Fruit cake?

As Ethan from Eileen Griffin & I’s In the Kitchen Series would say, “@#$% No.”

Hot holiday reads to warm your cock(les) ?



Five Hot Reads to heat up your Holidays:

Any of the Original Sinners Free Holiday stories by Tiffany Reisz

My favorite Sadist – Soren; My favorite Switch – Nora, My favorite Dom and Sub Duo – Griffin and Michael. Love. Sex. Power and control. Epiphanies. A sexy Frenchman in riding boots. Puns. ALL OF THE THINGS EVER.

You can find them here.

(Yes, I realize these are technically several stories and not a single story, but hey it’s Christmas y’all!)


Counting Fences Posts by Kelly Jensen


I absolutely love stories where two people are stranded together by circumstances and are forced to confront their attraction. Cue sparks! Cue heat! Cue fogged up windows!

When Marc made no immediate answer, Henry glanced back up. All traces of humor had fled Marc’s expression, and he seemed occupied by brushing the rest of the snow from his sweatshirt. Then, obviously drawing the same conclusion Henry had, he pulled it over his head, removing his shirt along with it.

It wasn’t an invitation, but it was. Henry stared.

Marc’s chest was beautifully carved, the cut of his muscles obvious, even in the dim light. In fact, the shadows only enhanced his build, showing off square-shaped pecs, six definite abs and a tapered V pointing directly to heaven. Henry tried to look away before the line of dark hair from Marc’s navel led him to the folds of material over his crotch. Tried and failed. When he did manage to look up, Marc’s eyes were hooded and focused directly on his.

Henry felt the blush before it claimed his skin—an itchy tingle starting at his neck before spreading up and down, flushing his cheeks and chest in the same instant. He shivered. His nipples tightened under the prickle of goose bumps. Below his waist, his cock couldn’t decide whether to harden or retreat. The heat of Marc’s gaze hinted he fought a similar struggle.

For a moment it seemed as if they’d both lean in, drawn together by an invisible string. Henry’s breath shortened. Warmth flowed toward his frozen fingertips and toes. His ears burned.

Is he not quite straight? Or does he just want?

You can find it here.


To Do List by Lauren Dane

I love the coming home trope where a character returns home and finds love where they least expect. Especially Christmas stories that are hotter than the hottest toddies.

His mouth touched every part of her. The spot just below her ear, the hollow of her throat, the sensitive skin just beneath her breasts, her nipples, the backs of her knees. All the while, his hands touched wherever his mouth didn’t.

But he wouldn’t let her do much other than receive pleasure. “No, Belle, if you touch me I won’t last. Please, let me love you.” A lock of hair fell over his forehead, obscuring his right eye.

She managed a shaky nod, needing him so ridiculously bad she couldn’t speak. However, that was nothing compared to the way it felt when he slid down, between her thighs and shouldered them wide open.

Belle watched, fascinated by the way he drew his tongue over the seam where thigh met body. He stopped, breathing her in and she knew somewhere in the back of her mind she should be embarrassed but all she felt was utterly turned on and wildly flattered by the possessive action.

And then his mouth was on her pussy and she fell back against the pillows with a gurgled gasp of pleasure. Over and over, his tongue flicked, licked and teased every inch of her pussy until she thought she’d explode.

Her nipples throbbed, her skin tingled, her toes pointed and still he drove her relentlessly higher. He devoured her with avarice, devastated her with the way he seemed to crave her cunt. No one had ever gone down on her like this.

You can find it here


Christmas Kitsch by Amy Lane


I love me an ‘opposites attract” story with people from two different backgrounds who find love together in places they least expect.

Rusty Baker is a blond, rich, entitled football player in a high school full of them—just the type of oblivious jock all the bullied kids hate. And he might have stayed that way, except he develops a friendship with out-and-proud Oliver Campbell from the wrong side of the tracks. Rusty thinks the friendship is just pity—Oliver is very bright, and Rusty is very not—but then Oliver kisses him goodbye when Rusty leaves for college, and Rusty is forced to rethink everything he knows about himself.

But even Rusty’s newfound awareness can’t help him survive a semester at Berkeley. He returns home for Thanksgiving break clinging to the one thing he knows to be true: Oliver Campbell is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Rusty’s parents disagree, and Rusty finds himself homeless for the holidays. Oliver may not have much money, but he’s got something Rusty has never known: true family. With their help and Oliver’s love, Rusty comes to realize that he may have failed college, but he’ll pass real life with flying rainbow colors.

The best part? When you buy Christmas Kitsch, 20% of all proceeds from this title are donated to the Ali Forney Center in New York, whose mission “is to protect lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, questioning (LGBTQ) youth from the harm of homelessness, and to support them in becoming safe and independent as they move from adolescence to adulthood.” To learn more about this charity or to donate directly, please visit

Find it here.


Champagne Kisses by Lynda Aicher


Gotta love a story where the character has to turn to the gorgeous brother of the runaway groom for help. I love Evan’s snarky sense of humor.

And what in God’s glorious holiday was going to get him through the next nine hours of cheer with no grooms and a room full of disappointed partygoers?

Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

A smidgen of hope refused to be smothered by the depressing turn of events. There was still a chance he could salvage the night. He just had to convince Nate’s mother—the check wielder and ultimate decision-maker—to turn the canceled wedding into a Christmas Eve party.

He sent up a silent prayer to the universe that Christmas Day would arrive with his mind and business intact. Maybe he’d get lucky and Santa would grant him his wish.

And if Santa really existed, Evan would be buried in presents to make up for the twelve years of struggle that’d been his life since his parents had thrown him out. Years of laboring under numerous event planners while saving every cent he could to start his own business.

Right. He was on his own, like normal.

Determination reset, he squared his shoulders and laid out his plan. There was no way he was letting the party fail. Grooms or not, he’d make this the best Christmas Eve party in all of Minneapolis.

Find it here.

Still need some holiday reading ideas?

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Have a very safe and happy holiday season. Wishing everyone the best for 2017.

–Love, Nikka

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