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  By Megan Hart

  Naughty is Nice

  Newlyweds Leah and Brandon Long are finally taking a honeymoon. But just a few days into their Christmas-in-Vail vacation, Leah takes a tumble on the slopes, severely spraining her ankle. Being stuck indoors isn’t so bad though: the luxurious chalet boasts a hot tub and cozy fireplace. Besides, sitting with her feet up while Brandon serves her in every way a man can serve a woman is exactly how both of them like to spend their time.

  Leah would be in heaven, if only Brandon didn’t insist on playing with the dynamic of their relationship. With kinky sex and deep conversation the only things on the agenda, Leah can’t avoid the discussion of how things might change. Will she be ready to take their marriage to the next level in the New Year?

  Dear Reader,

  There’s something magical about the holiday season, whether you celebrate Christmas or Kwanzaa, Hanukkah or Diwali. The energy and excitement surrounding these holidays charges the air and our emotions, providing a perfect platform for romance and love. So I knew we couldn’t let Carina Press’s first holiday season pass without celebrating it with a collection of special novella releases.

  This holiday season, celebrate with our first collection of invitation-only novellas. We’ve pulled together eleven talented authors and author duos, all of whom have made their mark in their respective niches, and invited them to transport our readers with holiday delights. In Naughty and Nice, join Jaci Burton, Lauren Dane, Megan Hart and Shannon Stacey as they show you both the sensual and sweet sides of the holidays. Visit post-apocalyptic worlds and paranormal beings in an enchanted journey with authors Vivi Andrews, Moira Rogers and Vivian Arend in Winter Wishes. And celebrate the beauty of the season in His for the Holidays with m/m authors Josh Lanyon, Z.A. Maxfield, Harper Fox and LB Gregg.

  Through the talent of their writing and their captivating storytelling, I believe you’ll find something in each of these special novellas to put you in the magic of the holiday moment.

  Wishing you the happiest of holiday seasons.

  ~Angela

  Executive Editor, Carina Press

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  This was beauty.

  The line of his spine, curved at the top where his head had bent. His hands, clasped behind him. Not bound, though he’d have allowed that if she wanted it. Leah didn’t have to bind Brandon to keep him where she wanted him to stay.

  And besides, eventually she was going to have use for his hands.

  More beauty in the fall of his hair over his forehead, hiding his eyes. She could see the lift of his smile though. The rise and fall of his shoulders as he drew in a breath when she shifted a little in the satin-bottomed chair in front of him.

  A fire burned in the see-through glass fireplace separating the bedroom and bathroom, but the room wasn’t overly warm. Still, sweat glistened on his upper lip. If she licked his mouth just now, she’d taste the salt of him.

  Instead, Leah parted her knees a little more. “Brandon.”

  “Hmm?”

  She let herself take in another few seconds of admiring gaze, almost daring him to bend a little. Soften his stance. But he didn’t, just stayed with his back straight, his head bent, on his knees. Hands placed wrist-over-wrist behind him at the small of his back.

  “Look at me.”

  He did, with a little shake of his head to get the hair from his eyes. She smiled. He did, too. But he didn’t move, because she hadn’t told him he should.

  His cock thickened, though, telling her he was ready. More than ready. Eager. His tongue slid across his lips again, and her clit pulsed in response.

  Though he was naked, Leah wore what she liked to call the “wet dream ensemble.” Lingerie, and not the silky, comfortable sort she usually preferred. Oh, no. Today she wore a pair of crotchless panties and a bra that left her nipples exposed. Garter belt and sheer, seamed stockings. Also a pair of ridiculously high heels she’d packed in her suitcase even though they took up space and she’d only ever wear them for moments like this.

  Brandon had confessed to her that along with dirty talk, the filthier the better, he’d grown to have a new appreciation for CFNM—clothed female, naked male. It wasn’t quite a fetish. Leah wasn’t sure either one of them really had any fetishes—sure, their sex life wasn’t what could normally be called vanilla, and she knew more than many of her friends about the delights of playing with dominance and submission, but a fetish seemed like something so strong you couldn’t get off without it. So far she’d been thrilled to find there wasn’t anything that held either of them back from finding pleasure in whatever they did.

  Several months ago she’d left him a catalog with instructions that he was to go through and circle whatever he liked best. It had led to an extremely sexy evening of fun, but she hadn’t mentioned it since then and suspected her husband had probably forgotten the task entirely until walking into the bedroom an hour ago and seeing her dressed this way. It wasn’t anything she’d ever have picked for herself, but his dropped jaw and wide eyes had been worth every cent.

  The smooth fabric of the chair caressed her skin as she arched against the chair’s ornate back and opened her legs wider. She slid her hand down over her breasts, nipples already tight, and over her belly. Between her legs. She slipped a fingertip inside the panties’ frilly edges. She was wet. Had been for twenty minutes, teasing him. Teasing herself. She circled her finger against her clit, letting out an entirely unfeigned and unrestrained sigh. The muscles of her thighs and belly jumped at the sensation.

  Brandon’s gaze caught each and every tremble and twitch. His shoulders rose and fell again as his throat worked against a swallow. His lips parted, but though she saw the press of his tongue against his teeth, and his mouth formed what might have been a word, he cut himself off from it.

  She’d told him he was not allowed to speak until she gave him permission. Not that she didn’t love his voice or hearing him talk, because she did. Of all the things she loved about him, Brandon’s ability to hold his own in conversation with her was one of them. And he liked to talk.

  He liked to listen, too.

  This was beauty, Leah thought, watching him remind himself not to say anything. This was power. And most of all, it was love.

  “It’s been a couple days since you ate my pussy,” she murmured, watching for the telltale blaze of interest in Brandon’s deep, dark eyes. For a man who could look as innocent as a choirboy, he surely did get off on dirty talk. She circled her clit again, opened her legs wider to give him a better look at just what she was offering. “I think we’ll start with that.”

  He made a noise, not off-limits according to the rules she’d set out for him. She’d left a short but precise list for him to find on the condo’s front door after he returned from a run to the convenience store for snacks. She recognized the sound, frustrated arousal, low and deep in his throat. She laughed a little, watching him press his lips together against whatever it was he meant to say.

  She slipped off her shoes and shifted her ass to the very edge of the chair, then stretched out one leg to press her foot against his bare shoulder. Toes he’d painted bright red for her just that morning flexed in the stockings as she traced the line of his collarbone with them. She let her foot slide down just an inch or so to press the heel to his heart. The steady, strong thumping sent an answering thud to her own pulse.

  “I want your mouth on me. Just,” she cautioned a