You are cordially commanded to attend my Christmas revel…
When London cabbie Tim drives the gorgeous Diana to a costume party, he eagerly accepts her invitation to stay. He soon learns that this is no ordinary holiday bash. It’s an exclusive sex party, where saucy secret Santa favours are exchanged and even the Christmas tree’s hung—with condoms.
Diana has chosen Tim as the perfect gift for their charismatic host, Max. But before Max gets to unwrap his Christmas present, the other guests want to play naughty and nice with his new boy-toy. Tim’s in for a very sexy Christmas Eve.
“Love, love, loved His Christmas Present, and it can be read any time of year. Okay, it’s set at a Christmas party, but that doesn’t matter. It’s the voice, the writing, and the dynamics of the relationships forming that are the important parts. I just…I can’t praise the voice enough. It’s lush.”
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“His Christmas Present was a very hot read. It was short but it was filled with sex that was explicit and very hot. I really enjoyed the story line. […] The characters were fun […] I greatly enjoyed the story.”
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“Properly representing a sex party is difficult at best but Ms. Randall pulls it off splendidly.”
“…the sex was incredible.”
“Ms. Randall is a very talented writer and I do look forward to reading more of her books, especially in this universe.”
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She kissed like she looked, careless and expensive. If kissing Max was a competition, Diana’s mouth on Tim’s was pure collusion. Her reddened lips were lush, opening on his like a tropical flower.
Grabbing the collar of his military jacket, she tangled their bodies together as she frantically yanked at his clothing. Stumbling down the hall, they tumbled through the first open door. Tim registered only the dim lighting and the cosiness of the room, both very good things, before Diana’s hands found his open jeans again and pushed them down his ass. She delved below the waistband at the small of his back then lower, murmuring with delight.
The tickle against the crease of his ass, the little finger burrowing between his cheeks finished off the rest of his balance. Tim fell backwards, pulling her with him. His jeans slid off onto the floor as his legs hit the back of a sofa. She tumbled on top of him, a delicious weight but for the waves of green fabric that threatened to drown him.
“You’re going to need to take this damn dress off, now,” Tim managed, and over his shoulder someone moaned in ecstatic agreement.
They weren’t alone.
“You don’t mind, do you?” Diana’s mouth blossomed again over his. She crouched over him, their height difference making it easy for her to climb his body and use it exactly as she pleased. His thigh pressed tightly between her legs as she licked the seam of his lips, finding the exact spots to make him open his own mouth wider.
No, he thought breathlessly, don’t mind at all. He’d have to be mad to have any sort of problem with the voluptuous curves leaning into his body or with the drugging, discombobulating sensation of knowing he could watch and be watched.
– from His Christmas Present by Rachel Randall. All rights reserved.
(read another excerpt here.)
Free companion story featuring Diana’s naughty adventure during the Christmas party: Fizz
Here’s another way to enjoy His Christmas Present—my musical recommendations to go with your read. Find the playlist on Spotify here.