A Kinky Christmas Carol:
Gay BDSM Romance
Gay, paranormal, holiday-themed BDSM Romance
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005878955
Gay Holiday Romance, BDSM, Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Flogging, Paranormal, MM, GhostTag Line
The ghost of Christmas Future…
On Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom who claims to be his master from the future. Thorne knows all about Michael’s frustrated submissive desires. He shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they’ll share if he breaks up with his current partner Neil. Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future?
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.
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I woke with a start, not knowing why. Neil had rolled over; he lay on his side of the bed with his back to me. All at once I felt terribly alone.
Golden light filtered up the hallway from the living room. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. Had we forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree? But no, I remembered flipping the switch before we left for the party. Neil was always concerned about the danger of fire.
What was it then? Something out on the street in front of the building, an emergency vehicle or something? Those lights would be red, wouldn’t they?
Trying not to wake Neil, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed barefoot down the hall. The closer I got to the living room, the brighter the light became.
The tree was in fact lit, the multicolored bulbs twinkling in a spiral pattern. Someone had kindled the candles on the mantle, as well. However, these were not the source of the golden glow.
A young man lay sprawled on the sofa – an exceptionally handsome man. His flawless skin was bronzed as if he spent most of his time in the sun. His ragged, honey-colored hair hung down over one eye. He had high cheekbones, a prominent nose, ripe lips with a slightly cruel cast. Despite his fair hair, his eyebrows were dark. They arched gracefully over eyes that held me transfixed – brilliant, wise, all-seeing eyes.
The man wore leather, so supple and tight that it showed every well-sculpted muscle of his powerful body.
This exotic stranger was emitting the strange illumination. The light surrounded him like a halo. When he moved, it ebbed and flowed as though it were alive.
I must be dreaming, I concluded. But who would have believed that I could dream up such a gorgeous guy?
“Good evening, Michael.” His voice was like honey, too, sweet and smooth flowing. It made my mouth water. I realized that I was naked and half-erect. I didn’t care. Wonder and arousal overwhelmed me.
“Um – good evening… Who are you? How do you know my name?”
The stranger swung his long legs off the couch and stood up. The light shimmered around him. My eyes were drawn to the bulge at his groin.
“I’m your lover.”
A stab of guilt shredded my sense of well-being. “Uh – I have a lover. He’s asleep in the other room.”
“I’m your future lover.”
“My future lover?” I felt stupid, parroting him, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve come from the future, to give you a glimpse of your life with me. To help you decide.”
This time I knew what he meant. He was talking about leaving Neil. This was just a guilt dream, based on my musings before I fell asleep.
“You’re not real.”
“Of course I’m real. Touch me.”
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
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