Bren thinks he's delivering a sexy Santa experience. Silas just wants some extra baking sugar. Cross-purposes galore!
Original Review January 2023:
Not a lot to say so I'm going to keep it short and sweet(just like the story). Adorable cute-meet that I wished was longer but truth is sometimes less is more. If you're looking for a short read that will brighten your day than Santas R' Us is exactly what you need to read.
I stood on the well-polished steps of the four-storey house for a couple of long moments, trying to plan my opening lines. Swaying my hips a bit; humming the opening bars of Hot Stuff. Then I noticed a cat sitting in the living room window next door, still as a statue, its gaze fixed on me with either feline amazement or disgust. So, I stopped rehearsing, tugged my tunic down more firmly and rang the bell.
When the door was abruptly thrown open, even before the chimes had finished, I nearly fell back down the steps in surprise.
“Thank God you’re here!” cried a young man. He was shorter than me, slimmer, with a shock of dark hair, and very pretty eyes. Dressed in tight white jeans and a bright blue polo shirt—have to say, the combo really suited him—and… yes… flour across his nose and cheeks.
“Come in! Come in,” he cried, turning and darting ahead of me into the house. He had flour on the back of his shirt, too. Maybe even on his arse—oh, and what a really lovely arse—but I couldn’t see clearly on the white denim, and I didn’t want to stare like a perv.
Huh. I’d got a few enthusiastic responses in my time, but mainly from over-excited kids in the mall with sticky hands and exhausted parents, so this was unusual. I took my time wiping my boots at the door.
“You’re earlier than I expected,” came his cheery voice from somewhere farther up the hall. His head popped around an open doorway at the end and he beckoned to me. “Come into the kitchen, will you? You can bring all the stuff here.”
Stuff? That would just be… me?
Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter-three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
Clare loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her on all her social media.
EMAIL: clarelondon11@yahoo.co.uk
