He’s hot out of the oven and begging for my mouth. As a witch of the old gods, I’m new to this whole Christmas thing, but thought I’d give it a try to celebrate with my daughter. I figured, if I could handle a baker’s dozen men in the Yuletide bacchanals, making enough gingerbread men to go around would be easy, right? It didn’t help that the neighborhood busy-body showed up with a bossy, hot new boy toy who proves too much of a distraction even for a kitchen witch like me. Soon enough, our baking session gets a little too hot, and our dominant new friend falls into the oven. I cast a spell in panic so we don’t have a dead man on our hands and out from the oven pops a batch made in heaven. Both Anna Grace and I are crumbling at the sight of him, needing to take him in our mouths and take a few bites from his sweet cookie. Once I get a taste of his frosting, I can’t pick and chews which I’d rather do: eat him or eat him. This erotic winter's tale features an old school witch who just wants a winter bacchanal, a snooty-lou-who neighbor with a secret, and her secret bad boy dom. A little bit of spice, submission, and everything naughty nice.

Publication Year: 2021