Due to an unexpected illness, the second installment
of Miss Ellie Swings is unavailable.
In its place, we offer you a sneak peek into The Lists, an erotic holiday novella by Danielle Gavan.
Summer in the North Pole was a busy time for the elves
watching the Naughty List. At the midway point of the year efforts to curb miscreant
behaviors were in full swing. Elves roamed the human world, watching their
charges, nudging them in the right direction to get the “bad” boys and girls
back on the Nice List in time for Christmas.
Failure to succeed was not only unacceptable, it was
something every elf who’d managed to snag a position in the Offices of Naughty
and Nice strived to avoid. The consequences varied depending on the amount of
incompletes each elf ended up with on the first of December.
Crispin Winters, one of the Naughty List elves, scanned
the bookstore he was in and smiled. He’d avoided any incompletes in his first
year and, so far, the second was looking to be more of the same. That was, if
he could bring himself to “cure” the woman he was currently scouting.
Anna Krystle, according to her dossier and the video
footage on file, was a wanton masturbator. Cris glanced at a particularly
scandalous photo on his iPad screen and then back at the curvy brunette. The
human was a dead ringer for the woman of Crispin’s dreams, Santa’s daughter. Problem
was, the cure he had in mind risked everything he’d worked so hard to achieve.
Did he fuck Anna and break the “no direct contact”
rule; or did he take the risk of going after Rissa Claus and going against her
father’s “keep your hands off” rule. Either way, Crispin thought, he was fucked
if word got out—and not in a good way.
Cris grinned as a soft humming sounded in his ear.
Elven technology allowed him to focus on Anna and hear everything she said, or
did, from his perch thirty feet away. It also allowed him to detect the buzz of
the vibrator she currently had inserted in her pussy. Yep, he chuckled to
himself. This one was going to be fun to cure.
One of the baristas behind the counter of the in-store
coffee shop smiled at Anna as she stepped up to the front of the line and
placed her order. The teen blushed, clearly flustered by the smile she flashed
at him. Anna handed the kid a five dollar bill, waited for her change and
offered the boy a thank you.
“You’re… You’re welcome,” he stammered.
Hiding his laughter behind his coffee cup, Crispin
shifted in the leather chair he occupied. He’d been tailing Anna all day and,
to the best of his knowledge, she had yet to notice his presence. The one stop
she’d made during the day where he couldn’t follow her without gaining
attention was Victoria’s Secret. Good looking men such as him drew the sales
staff’s devotion when shopping alone in their stores.
That must have been when Anna had slipped the vibrator
in. How had he not perceived the subtle sound of the device before now? Oh,
right, he thought. He’d been too busy watching the footage from the night
before to notice. The resemblance to Rissa continued to amaze him each time he
looked at Anna. Other than her lack of pointed ears, Ms. Krystle could pass for
Marissa Claus’ twin with ease.
The sound of a cell phone ringing overshadowed the
sounds emanating from Anna. He recognized the tone instantly. The Darth Vader
theme from Star Wars. Anna’s overbearing, religious zealot of a mother was
calling.
Crispin tuned out the conversation and turned his
attention back to the woman’s file. He’d studied it back to front and back
again. Every detail burned into his brain, each line committed to memory just
like his favorite book, movie or song. He probably knew her better than she
knew herself.
The tempo of her breathing changed and Cris looked up
to see Anna walking out of the coffee shop. Her hips swayed, the tight fit of
her jeans emphasizing the perfect heart shape of her ass beneath them.
Quickly closing the file on his iPad, Crispin stood
and walked briskly to intercept her. He feigned the appearance of being
engrossed in something on the screen as he walked directly into Anna’s path.
“Oof,” she collided with him. “Watch where you’re
going, huh?”
Crispin flicked a glance at her, flashed his most
charming smile, and returned his attention to his iPad.
“Sorry,” he offered.
Anna huffed loudly, heels clacking as she resumed
walking. “Just be more careful. Okay?”
He nodded, waited until she’d moved a few feet away,
and followed her. The first rule of surveillance was discretion and he’d
already broken that directive by bumping into Anna. He’d have to be more
careful to avoid further notice and giving the appearance of stalking her. The
humans had laws about such things and falling under the scrutiny of their legal
system was to be avoided at all costs.
Slowing his step, Cris blended into the crowd while
maintaining a close enough distance to monitor Anna. If she was anything like
her elven counterpart Rissa, Cris was in for a full day of tracking.
Later that evening, Cris lay sprawled on the sofa in his
North Pole apartment. The Annual Snowball Classic blared from the television.
Elves dodged snowballs and darted from snow fort to snow fort in an effort to
take out members of the opposing teams. Their goal? Capture the opposing team’s
flag.
“Jumping junipers!” the announcer yelled as half a
dozen balls flew simultaneously. “What is that elf thinking?”
Crispin snorted. “He’s providing a distraction, you dumbass.”
He stuffed a nacho between his lips and chewed as he watched an elf in an
evergreen colored jersey run across the field. “Run! Run! Go!”
Males in thick, navy and green jerseys darted all over
the playing field. They ducked, weaved and dodged balls of hardened snow and
ice flying at over eighty miles per hour. Snowball fighting was a hectic, fast
paced game and Crispin loved watching it.
One of the players, number eighty six for the Holly
Boughs, jumped a barrier and barrelled through a line of blue shirted defensemen
for the North Stars. Snowballs whizzed at the player as he flew down the field.
Not one of the missiles touched him.
The North Stars’ fort minder, one of the biggest men
on the field, stepped out in front of their flag. He faced down with the
attacker from the Holly Boughs, a snow ball clenched firmly in each hand.
“Head up, Randy!” Crispin yelled at the television.
“He’s gonna nail you, idiot. Head up!”
At the last second, the blond runner looked up and
narrowly avoided the projectiles aimed at his head. He feinted left, then right
before launching himself at the flag pole behind his opponent.
“Randy Holiday captures the flag!” The announcers and
crowd went wild. Cheers of ‘Randy! Randy!’ rang out through the stadium and
from Crispin’s speakers. The Holly Boughs swarmed the field, rushing to the
opposite end to celebrate their victory with their man of the hour.
Crispin picked up the remote and turned his television
off. Slowly, he rose from the sofa and stretched. Yawning repeatedly, Cris took
his leftover snacks into the kitchen on the way to his bedroom. Chasing after
Anna all day had proven to be more strenuous than he’d planned and Crispin was
one tired elf. He chuckled as he stripped down and crawled between the sheets.
The four bottles of ale during the game hadn’t helped the matter much either.
A couple of hearty punches later, Cris’ pillows were
fluffed to his satisfaction and he closed his eyes. Dreams of a pretty brunette
with flashing green eyes awaited him.
~*~
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
Ardeur ~ Tarnishes
Tiaras ~ Cursed ~ UnWrapped ~ The Lists
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