Sleigh Ride will be out this week!

sleigh rideI can’t wait to share my latest book with you! Reindeer Games: Sleigh Ride is about Twinkle, prankster elf extraordinaire and best friend to Jack Frost, and his love for adult toy maker elf Randy. It’s available from Changeling Press this Friday, so be sure to bookmark the link. Here is a sneak peek from the book:

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Twinkle allowed Randy to practically skip him out into the gleam of the Northern Lights, a sight he normally stopped to enjoy, before shaking the toy maker’s hand away. “Hold on a minute, will ya? We need to square this away first.”

Randy crossed his arms over his chest. “Square what away? I like you. You obviously like me. Let’s make out!” He reached out for Twinkle’s hand again.

The Elf huffed, stepping back into the snow. “How do you know I like you? Are you readin’ my head?” He shook his head at Randy, shuffling the white powder with his foot. “I gotta tell ya, if that’s the case, that don’t sit well with me.”

“Twinkle!” Randy bounced in front of him, extending his arms out. “I can’t read minds! Anyone with eyes can see that you like me.”

“Confident, aren’t ya?” Twinkle grumbled, blushing again.

“Yes,” Randy beamed, angling his head sideways to make eye contact. “And I know you. I know your accent gets thick when you’re emotional, like it is now. It’s cute.”

Glancing up, Twinkle fought a flattered grin.

Randy went on, toeing closer in the snow, his voice deepening. “I know you eat the chocolate cupcakes on Deck the Halls night. I know you only mouth the lyrics to the cheesy songs we sing on Christmas Eve. I know you love mead and science fiction, and I know you watch me check toys from the window. I’m willing to bet you want to know if I ever check them personally.”

Randy’s husky speech turned to velvet, his mouth at Twinkle’s ear. “And I’m willing to let you find out.”

Twinkle quaked, inhaling the earthy pine scent of his crush so close to his own body. Randy wasn’t a liar and he wanted him. He wanted him!

“Okay,” Twinkle managed, turning to face the Elf. His fair skin slid over Randy’s darker hand, contrasting beautifully in the glowing emerald, ruby and sapphire brilliance of the sky. “Let’s go for a ride.”

 

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at sarajschmidt@gmail.com.

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