Frost Moon by Megan Slayer
Book 3 in the Moon Series
MLR Press
Contemporary, Paranormal,
LGBT
Novella
M/M, Anal Sex
Jagger doesn’t want much for the
holidays—just an angel for Christmas.
Christmas is the time to heal wounds and come together,
especially if you’re an angel. Michael’s job for the last few hundred years has
been to clean up the messes created by the humans and the demons. Although he
loves his job, he wants more this Christmas than to watch everyone else be
merry and bright. He loves the holiday and wants to share the day with someone
special…especially once he sees Jagger. The sexy, but sad looking man has
confessed he hates Christmas. Can a Christmas angel really sway the Scrooge and
help him find more than just the beauty in Christmas?
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“Now, have you been good this year?”
“I’ve done the best with what I’ve got,” Jagger answered. He
wasn’t kidding. He liked sex. He liked to mingle. There might have been an
occasion or two where he’d had a few too many and gone home with a guy only to
have the relationship last as long as the blow job, but who was honestly a
total angel?
“I see. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Santa shifted in his
seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”
“An angel.”
“A what? A porcelain one?”
“No, no. Like the old song. An angel sent to me.” He’d loved
that Shelly Fabares song so much. So the tune was hokey and the words were
dated…he didn’t care.
“Ah. What do you want her to look like?” Santa asked.
Oh boy. Jagger fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’d like him
to be at least six feet tall. Brown hair. Shaggy hair, like just rolled out of
bed shaggy. Blue eyes. Nice smile. Not a ton of chest hair. Great personality.
Oh, and I want him to be the boyfriend type.” That about summed up what he’d
wanted.
“You’re thorough.” Santa rubbed his chin. “That’s a tall order,
pardon the pun.”
“I know. I figure you’re my last hope. I’ve tried meeting guys
on my own. Tried the dating scene, the website thing, and the set up by friends
thing. None of it has worked. If you can’t, then I’m hopeless, and December
will forever suck.”
“Aren’t you positive?” Santa paused. His dark eyes glittered.
“Does his name have to be Johnny?”
“Nope.”
“If you have this man come to you, you’ll enjoy the holiday?”
Santa asked.
“I will.” Granted, he wanted the man to stick around and be more
than short term, but love wasn’t going to happen overnight.
“Well, I’ll see what can be done. You’re cutting it mighty
close.”
“Don’t I know it.”
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