Elves Gone Wild (Stocking Stuffers 7)

Elves Gone Wild
Lacey Savage
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Copyright ©2006 Lacey Savage
An Authorized Excerpt

Carrying a full mug of eggnog in one hand and a thin package wrapped in candy-cane print paper in the other, Grace Mahoney ambled over to the couch. She set the mug on the glass-top coffee table and contemplated peeling the wrapper off her gift.

The padded envelope bearing her sister's name had arrived earlier that week, but true to tradition, Grace had chosen to wait before opening the mysterious package. She'd been raised to believe in the importance of upholding family customs, and she'd gladly fallen back on years of conditioning that prevented her from opening gifts early. So what if there was no one around to witness her efforts? She knew, and that was good enough.

A lump formed in her throat. Grace swallowed it down, flicking her fingernail over the ragged tear she'd begun to rip in the paper. Who was she kidding? Since she'd moved to Flat Head Valley six weeks ago, she'd been lonely, sullen and downright depressed. For the past few days, as Christmas approached and it became clear that Grace would have to spend the holiday alone, her solitude had grown unbearable.

Even though she'd decorated her home with strands of garland, a real pine tree and ornamental -- but otherwise completely useless -- mistletoe, the place felt as empty and desolate as the vast Glacier Park that lay only a few miles north of her new house.

"Get a grip, Grace. Self-pity won't make the holiday season end any faster."

She glanced down at the inscrutable object in her hand, knowing she should have opened it days ago. A glimpse of something her sister had touched might provide a hint of comfort to warm up what had quickly become the most dreadful time of the year.

She picked at the tear in the wrapping paper, widening it. The gap revealed a flesh-colored almost circular object. Something glistened in a dark patch across its center.

It took Grace a full ten seconds to comprehend what she was looking at.

Gasping, she tore the rest of the wrapper from the DVD and tossed the paper on the floor. Her mouth went dry as her gaze fixed on the most magnificent cock she'd ever laid eyes on.

The mouthwatering shaft lay, long and thick, in the grip of a broad masculine hand. The close-up shot only displayed the gorgeous rod and a glimpse of closely-trimmed pubic hair so blond it looked almost white against the backdrop of sleek, golden-brown skin.

Unable to help herself, Grace trailed her fingertip across the bead of pre-cum that shone invitingly at the center of the plump mushroom head. Her finger came away wet.

Flustered, she rubbed her palm on her fuzzy pink pajama bottoms.

Impossible. That wasn't what it looked like.

She must have spilled some eggnog on the DVD case. Yes, that had to be it… even though the mug still sat untouched on the coffee table and the wrapping paper had been tightly drawn across the plastic surface.

With trembling fingers, she flipped the DVD over.

"Elves Gone Wild." Heat suffused her cheeks as she glanced at the explicit cover. "Jeannie, you have got to be kidding me."