As part of Nix’s scorching Christmas fantasies, Molly Harris, from More Than Words has written a letter to Santa, listing some of her Christmas wishes.
Before she gets to send it to Santa, I just wanted to pop in and wish Nix and all of her readers a very merry Christmas.
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Every year, my little sister Micky puts together a list of all the presents she’d like to get for Christmas. She spends ages working on her list, identifying the gift she’d like and then rationalizing why she should receive each one. The funny thing is, if she can rationalize well enough, she usually ends up getting the present.
So this year I thought I’d take a leaf out of her book and try to write a Christmas wish list of my own. Don’t worry. I’m not really expecting you to grant me all my wishes, and I’m totally okay with that. I don’t want to be greedy. See, a few months ago, I had a birthday wish list, and miraculously, all of them came true. Anything I receive for Christmas would just be icing on the cake.
But here we go anyway. Ready?
Molly’s Christmas wish list:
1) Cupcakes. With thick butter icing. I have a weakness for them. All flavors (although vanilla is my favorite). Um, I confess, there’s no real rationale for needing these. I’ve just included them in the list because when I mentioned cake and icing in this letter, I got an instant, unstoppable craving for one.
2) A supply of white Tim Tams. These aren’t for me. They’re for my boss, Sam Malone, who tends to go through them like lightening. Especially when he’s having a stressful day or dealing with a seriously ill patient. Having a stash I can keep at work would cut down on the frequent trips to the shop to buy a packet when we’re running low.
3) A Barcelona soccer team uniform, in a kid’s size nine. Oh, uh. Not for me. (I haven’t fitted into a kid’s size for a very long time.) Nope, that’s for my sister, Mickey. Because Barcelona is her favorite team, and she’s dying for their ‘away’ uniform, with Messi’s name printed on the back.
4) A cure for muscular dystrophy. I know that’s a big ask, but Sam’s brother died of the disease, and even though he won’t acknowledge it, he misses his brother every day. He’s working himself to a standstill, helping children who suffer from Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Would you at least think about it? For Sam. And his family. And all the other families like Sam’s out there. Please?
5) A new set of panties. It’s the most bizarre thing, Santa. Lately I’ve been finding my panties are disappearing. I’ll come into work, fully dressed, and then…bam. At some point during the day, my underwear just mysteriously vanishes. Sometimes I search for my panties, and sometimes I figure there’s no point. I instinctively realize they’re gone forever. Other times, Sam will walk into my office dangling a pair from his fingers. I’d like to say those are the times I get my underwear back, but nope. Sam won’t return them. He just likes to show me he’s found them. Then he likes to look for the rest of my underwear…
6) A kiss. On the lips. From my boss. Because when Sam kisses me on the lips, everything is right with the world.
7) A kiss—or fifty. On any other accessible body part. From my boss. Because Sam kisses make me I melt. It’s like a fire starts somewhere deep inside and spreads fast, searing me all over.
8) A letter from Sam, detailing all the ways he’d like to celebrate this festive season. And I mean ALL the ways. It’s important I know—so I can make all of his wishes come true.
9) A day spent celebrating with Sam and Mickey. Because that’s what Christmas is all about, isn’t it? Spending the holidays with the people you love.
Well, Santa, I’ll leave it in your hands.
Hope you have just as wonderful and merry a Christmas as I plan on having. I’ll leave some eggnog for you by the front door. (Sorry. There’s no chimney where we live.
(More Than Friends is available at Amazon, Samhain, Barnes & Noble, or your favorite ebookstore.)
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“He’s just seen the one thing that was meant for her eyes only. “
“More Than, Book 3”
Molly Harris never intended to send “that” letter. It was only meant to be a secret record of her true feelings for her boss, gorgeous pediatrician Sam Shepard. But in the chaos of a crazy day at work, Molly accidentally hits “send” instead of “delete.”
Mortified by her mistake, Molly acts in the only way she can. She submits her notice of resignation. A professional-etiquette line’s been crossed, and there’s no going back.
Sam’s mouth goes dry-then it waters-when he discovers his receptionist has sent him a dirty love letter. Or to be more explicit, a wicked, erotic love letter, neatly outlining her many fantasies involving him.
Now Sam has two choices. Either he can be the ultimate professional and accept Molly’s resignation, or he can acknowledge the depths of his desire and maybe, just maybe, convince her to send him another saucy email…
Warning: Could cause the uncontrollable urge to write-and receive-dirty love letters. But proceed with caution…you’re going to want to act on those letters. Immediately.
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