Friday, December 24, 2010

Witching You a Merry Christmas: Free to Read at

My free holiday read is up at

Witching You a Merry Christmas is a short, paranormal, erotic romance, holiday tale.

Here's a taste:

Witching You A Merry Christmas

by Roxanne Rhoads

Vicki walked into Daniel’s great room and curiously eyed the Christmas tree he was decorating. The twinkling lights lit up the whole room. Multicolored sparkles bounced off the walls and furniture.

“I didn’t know vampires celebrated Christmas,” she said with a hint of sarcasm even though the warm glow of the room instantly filled her with a sense of holiday coziness. This was a side of her fellow Guardian she hadn’t seen before.

Daniel turned to her showing a hint of fang in his warm smile, “Some of us do. I was raised a Christian so I still celebrate the holidays just like I have for the past 154 years.” He turned back to decorating his tree.

“What do you ask Santa for, some blood bags in your stocking? Maybe a fresh victim or two?” Vicki asked with a sarcastic little laugh.

“Oh, Wicked Witch of the North, what do you ask Santa for?” he sneered playfully over his shoulder.

“Nice one, fang face. I ask Santa for the eradication of all evil-doers, especially fanged ones like you. I never seem to get my wish granted though.”

Daniel ignored her snarky fang comment, as he always did in the years they’d worked together. “Well it is kind of hard to stick that in a stocking or wrap it up nicely to place under the tree. Maybe you should ask for something a little easier. Destroying the evil that walks this earth is much more than a one man job, not even Santa can rid the world of evil all by himself.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it? Fighting evil threw us together.” Someone had to keep humans safe and the bad supernaturals from wreaking havoc in the world; someone like the Guardians. She had been recruited as Daniel’s partner after a rogue vampire had attacked her.

“And that’s so awful, Vick?” he asked with just a hint of a suggestive tone in his voice.

Vicki looked him up and down; tall, dark and handsome Daniel was the epitome of hawtness. Too bad he had fangs. She absent mindedly touched the scar on the back of her neck as she stared at him considering all the possibilities. If only he wasn’t a vampire, she thought to herself, he’d be the perfect guy.

Daniel noticed Vicki touch her scar. She did that a lot when she was thinking about vampires. “Vicki, you know I’m not like that. I’m not one of them. I would never hurt you.”

She looked up at him. Deep down she knew he was right; he’d saved her ass more than once out in the field. Yet she just couldn’t seem to get over the fact that he was a vampire. Just like that bastard that had almost killed her five years ago.

“Right. Of course not.” She knew she didn’t sound too convincing so she opted for changing the topic. “So what do you do to celebrate the holidays other than decorate your tree?”

“I shop for gifts, go ice skating, drink hot cocoa, watch sappy Christmas movies on TV, and my all-time favorite–sleigh rides in the snow.”

“Really?” she asked incredulously. “It all sounds so…human.”

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