NOT YOUR MOMMA'S REINDEER GAMES
Santa’s only son Noel insists on being called Leon, has dyed his blond hair black, wears black leather, and is the current Champion of the Reindeer Races. However, with the flu running rampant, Leon dons the uniform of a mall Santa in a field position for updating the Naughty or Nice List.
Teacher Candice Craig has a part-time job as a Santa’s Helper and her feminine charm and sex appeal have Leon revealing his softer side. Unknown to him, Candice also works weekends—a job that puts her squarely on the Naughty list. Will Candice’s secret job make her end up as Number One of the Naughty List and keep her from a lifetime of happiness? Will Noel learn happiness comes from being who he is and not who he wants to be?
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In four hours on the job, Leon had a baby spit up on him, a toddler pee on him, and a whole bunch of kids screaming at the fat stranger in the red velvet suit, with a white beard and hair. He also discovered some extra heavy-duty diapers weren’t. He sponged the worst of the brown-yellow baby poop from the suit, but ended up having to change into another suit during the lunch break. He really disliked this costume. The damn red velvet suit, beard, and white wig were not only hot, but the appliance to make him fat was heavy
The only bright spot to the job was his current “Mrs. Claus,” Candice Craig. From her slim hands and delicate face, Leon suspected the “fat” dress she wore covered a knockout body. The costume also didn’t cover the dark honey-colored skin of her face and hands. The fake glasses only magnified a pair of dark brown eyes a man could lose his soul in.
Unfortunately, the only chance he had to talk to her was in the brief moments she passed his throne after she took a child back to the parents and was on her way to collect the next kid in line. He thought they’d share lunch together, but a friend of hers came by and the two of them talked the entire time they ate their salads. He ended up taking a power nap on the couch while they talked and ate—kind of reminded him of home with all his chatty sisters. He wanted, hell, he needed to get her away from all this madness and find out exactly what was hidden under her “fat” dress.
But first he had to talk to yet another kid who thought Christmas was a time to extort the newest gadget on the market out of the Santa Claus.
