Elves, Bells, & Mistletoe, by Jennifer Metz

What if Santa was real and he had a very attractive, very single son named Nikolas? Seductive Secrets Boutique owner Mandy Stockholm is about to find out as Spellfire is overrun with disgruntled elves on strike. Now the two must work together to get the elves back to the North Pole and save Christmas.

Mistletoe & Mayhem, by Emery LaRue

Garland Mayhem is not quite sure what to expect returning home to Spellfire, Texas. Visions of a beautiful woman call to him, and he feels her inside his heart. Once he lays eyes on her, he sees the true meaning of love, and learns just what he truly is.

Eid al-Fitr, by Ann Regentin

A Muslim couple Feisal and Salwa started out in love but became dishonest in an effort to protect each other from their “baser” impulses. Now they are haunted during the festival nights of Ramadan by two djinn, who fulfill the couple’s every unspoken and forbidden fantasy.

Spirit's Bells, by Tamara James

Running from an unsavory pack leader, werewolf and artist Spirit Tredmane seeks sanctuary in her cousin Electra's hometown of Spellfire. Gavin thought his dreams of finding his true-mate would never happen, until he bumps into Spirit, and his mind begins to dream of a home and pups of his own. 

A Statue For All Seasons, by Mae Powers

For over a hundred years Georgiano McMillan’s spirit was cursed into a statue that stood in the middle of Spellfire Park, season after season. He hated Christmas and never thought his curse would ever be lifted, until the town librarian shed her inhibitions late one wintry night.

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EXCERPT

A Statue For All Seasons

By

Mae Powers

Geo couldn’t believe what he was waking up to. After decades of being teased during the Christmas holiday seasons, some one was doing something to his cock other than putting tinsel on his shaft or hanging bells on his balls. What with all those blasted pubescent kids putting tinsel and bells all over his granite genitals, it made his statute form look silly.

For nearly one hundred years, Geovani “Geo” Leone McMillan hated Christmas. It was more than a humbug feeling for him. If he could feel everything that went on around him his curse would have been much worse. The problem was that most did it during the December holidays, when he came awake completely for one day out of the year – from midnight on Christmas Eve until midnight on Christmas Day.

Geo could see everything going on in town, during those long frustrating twenty-four hours. Sometimes, his mind vaguely awoke, but mostly when Frightful Frieda was around. She’d come around to taunt him sometimes over the years, until these last two decades and now she barely glanced his way.

When she left him, he would be awake for a few hours afterwards and see what was going on in the paranormal country city of Spellfire. Well as long as it was in the Spellfire Park, town square area. It lay close to the Town Hall and Sinful Sundaes Ice Cream Shoppe, so the things that went on there often amused him. His mind sighed. It was the only part of him that could sense or see anything, when he awoke. His body stood frozen in marble. And his flesh never touched ground except during the period between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

 When no one was in the vicinity mentioning him, he often went back into the deep sleep in his granite form, but if his cock was touched or the spell made him aware of a potential curse breaker, then he came awake for brief moments. However, unless it was the appointed time, he couldn’t get down from his stone pedestal. He hated Christmas and horny, frustrated witches.

He heard a soft, grinding, creaky noise. His cock stirred.

Geo looked down, more awake now to the present situation.

He saw a woman kneeling before him in the thick snow covered ground. Her head was bent towards him. He heard what sounded like a muffled “mmfffmm”. Was she sucking him?

He felt the creak in his marble shaft this time. Her head came back and her lips puckered. She kissed his cold cockhead and then she widened her mouth and lathered his large mushroom shaped tip with her tongue and lips.

Well by the old bastard bards of Ireland, she was giving him the Devil’s Kiss! And oh, he could feel that cock of his shiver with delight in the cool air.

Cool air? Oh that hit him and much more. The more she swallowed him into her mouth, the more his flesh became apparent. Oh, by the ancient gods of Italian lust, he was becoming human once more!

Her head bobbed up and down more voraciously. The stone skin encasing his body creaked and started dissipating like melting snow. Then she stopped.

His cock froze in solid fleshy stiffness. No! She couldn’t stop now. NOT yet! Oh shit, not now. He was almost … well to his thighs anyway… almost human again. Then he mentally gasped as he saw the woman step back and quickly pulled off her dressy jacket and plain black evening gown. If his eyes weren’t stone and transfixed, he could swear they widened. His mind’s eyes certainly did.

She got completely undressed and mounted him. And it startled him inwardly that she didn’t fall or slip and slide on the snow and ice around his statue base. She used his curved arm hold, wrapped herself around him with her legs, and slid a hot wet cunt over his cold but fleshy cock.

Then she fucked him furiously. His stone casing started to heat up, melting away with each heated thrust of her life-giving cunt. Geo grabbed her firmly to him, cupping her delicious feeling derriere within his big hands. He stiffly rocked back and forth. Oh hell, he was getting his first fuck in about a hundred years.

She groaned. She hiccupped. Then she passed out on him

He groaned, felt his stiffness ebb, felt the cold and wondered what the hell he was going to do with a naked human wrapped in his arms while they were both still standing on the stony pedestal. He heard voices in the distance.

He jumped down from the pedestal, and was relived he didn’t slip and fall with the woman he held close, but had slowly slid off his throbbing cock. Hell and damnation. He slung the woman over his shoulders and moved as quickly as he could, while holding her and gathering up her clothes, before escaping behind the building nearest the statue base. He knew it was the library, but didn’t care. No one was bound to see them there.

He glanced over his shoulder, and though he moved stiffly, he got behind the old library before he was spotted with a naked woman on his shoulder or worse, him running naked through the park. She was still passed out. He felt the chill in the air invading his open flesh. The winds of a Texas winter were biting. He glanced at the back door and hoped it would be easy to open. Though fairly modern, it was still a building from the previous decade.

“Oh…good, work…” her head bobbed up and her oval face bore a haphazard smile. Then her head drooped again.

He glanced at her and realized where he recalled seeing her. This was the town librarian. One Christmas she shooed some kids away from him and took off the degrading holiday ornaments. He remembered how her hand touched his shaft and for a brief moment, he’d seen her lovely face. In that split second, it felt like the stone around his heart cracked to a sliver.

He glanced from her to the building again. There was nothing on the back door. It took his unfreezing brain a second or two to recall that most doors in Spellfire didn’t need locks. The town was protected against most thieves. A few thieves had some, how gotten into stores and shops over the years, but not too many. He figured the town let them, only because it had a reason for doing so.

The door creaked as it slowly swung opened. He fumbled in the dark, but found a door open to his right. He shuffled in and saw that it must be some kind of room people could relax in. Light from a dim source allowed him to make out objects. Looked like a sofa and a table and chair set in the room. He laid her upon the couch, thinking that maybe this was where the library employees took their breaks. Although his era was from the early 1900s he listened when he was awaken, and learned about new contraptions.

In addition, he’d remembered it all. He fumbled around and flipped on a light switch. Glancing around quickly, he saw that indeed it was an employee lounge. Then he looked at the woman on the sofa, huddling up against her pile of squished clothing. She looked different without glasses on and her hair piled up on top of her head; or without her regular clothing. His beautiful librarian. No, the town librarian. The current one anyway. The others were ghosts or had left this gawd-forsaken spook town.

Perhaps he shouldn’t feel that way about it, since it was his home, now. She stirred and he scrutinized her more carefully. What had this long, languid beauty been doing sucking on a cold stone cock? He ached with need, long overdue, desperate need and fulfillment. His eyes roamed down her sloping back to her rounded derriere. Her creamy thighs were parted and he could see her mons. She glistened slightly there and he was tempted to go fill that wet warmth. However, the curse wouldn’t allow him, nor would he allow himself.

Yes, he was desperate for this nightmare to end, but he couldn’t break it unless the woman offered, or was willing, and she opened her heart to him. Why the hell did curses seem to need being in love to break them? Ok, maybe she needed to at least care about him. It would be fine with him if they didn’t have to live happily ever after. In one hundred years, this inebriated woman was the first to melt his stony exterior.

Oh, others touched him and almost pecked his poker, but none ever kissed it or suckled it, as the curse required. He glanced down at the tall red haired beauty and wondered what made her do it. She was probably in her mid to late thirties, yet she looked exceptionally beautiful. And she had a with a wide pink mouth that put life back into his long-ignored cock. Hell, she felt good around him in both ways. Now if he could just get her to finish what she started and of her on free will, he’d be un-cursed in no time!

But here wasn’t the place to do that. He glanced around the room again and let out a sigh of relief. On the coat pegs next to the wall hung a long overused overcoat and some oversized galoshes stood beneath it. So he was lucky, it was about time. He went over and quickly took the trench coat down, and slipped it and the boots on. They both were slightly snug, but covered the necessary essentials and would stave off the cold winter night.

He moved back over to the woman and glanced at her jacket. He bent down and retrieved the jacket, fumbling through her pockets. He found her evening bag and opened it up, flipping through her stuff inside. Coins, keys, and yes, identification. He pulled out ID and glanced at it. Lillia West. 4848 Twisted Lane #4, Spellfire, TX…hmm, he thought, that wasn’t too far from the library. He’d heard of its location, mentioned over the years, Twisted Lane that is. He put the ID back in the bag and that back in her jacket. Then he proceeded to dress Ms. Lillia West. It wasn’t easy, considering his schlong still ached for release. That though would have to wait, unfortunately, until he took his sweet librarian back to her place. He just hoped he made it there without encountering anyone, especially Frightful Frieda.

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