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Mayhem 'n' Mistletoe
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- Dec 22, 2015
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WANTED FOR TOO MUCH CHEER: Misty Toll. Dealer of mistletoe, aka Happy Juice. Be extremely careful. Too hot to handle.
When Christmas is declared illegal, Misty Toll finds herself dealing mistletoe juice to fund Santa's revolution to bring back Christmas. But Santa's addicted to his own product, Rudolph's red nose is from too much vodka, and there's a bunch of rabid revolutionary elves on the run.
Then there's the delicious Scrooge, Zane Mason, the new man hired to work on the deer farm. The same farm where she's hiding Santa's reindeers and her secret stash of mistletoe.
What's a girl to do but go with the holiday cheer?
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Mayhem 'n' Mistletoe
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WANTED FOR TOO MUCH CHEER: Misty Toll. Dealer of mistletoe, aka Happy Juice. Be extremely careful. Too hot to handle.
When Christmas is declared illegal, Misty Toll finds herself dealing mistletoe juice to fund Santa's revolution to bring back Christmas. But Santa's addicted to his own product, Rudolph's red nose is from too much vodka, and there's a bunch of rabid revolutionary elves on the run.
Then there's the delicious Scrooge, Zane Mason, the new man hired to work on the deer farm. The same farm where she's hiding Santa's reindeers and her secret stash of mistletoe.
What's a girl to do but go with the holiday cheer?
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- Totally Bound Publishing
- Lançado em:
- Dec 22, 2015
- ISBN:
- 9781784309114
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Mayhem 'n' Mistletoe - Alexis Fleming
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Mayhem ‘n’ Mistletoe
ISBN # 978-1-78430-911-4
©Copyright Alexis Fleming 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2015
Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown
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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
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MAYHEM ‘N’ MISTLETOE
Alexis Fleming
WANTED FOR TOO MUCH CHEER: Misty Toll. Dealer of mistletoe, aka Happy Juice. Be extremely careful. Too hot to handle.
When Christmas is declared illegal, Misty Toll finds herself dealing mistletoe juice to fund Santa’s revolution to bring back Christmas. But Santa’s addicted to his own product, Rudolph’s red nose is from too much vodka, and there’s a bunch of rabid revolutionary elves on the run.
Then there’s the delicious Scrooge, Zane Mason, the new man hired to work on the deer farm. The same farm where she’s hiding Santa’s reindeers and her secret stash of mistletoe.
What’s a girl to do but go with the holiday cheer?
Dedication
This one is for you, Jen, the best sister a girl could have.
Trademarks Acknowledgment
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Boy Scout: The Boy Scouts of America
Alcoholics Anonymous: Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Inc.
Chapter One
Holy shit, holly berries and bullcrap. Hey, mister, look out.
Zane Mason, special undercover agent for the federal government, heard the feminine shout, but before he could check out where it had come from, something hit him smack on the ass. He teetered, arms flung out in an effort to steady himself. The white pebbles he’d collected sprayed in an arc around him.
Ah, hell.
Balance shot to pieces, over he went, head first into the cold water.
Within seconds, he surfaced. He spat out a mouthful of water and let loose with a colorful string of inventive swear words. Floundering and flapping like a bloated schizophrenic seal, he made his way to the side of the pool and hauled himself out, staring at the woman who had skidded to a stop at the edge of the paving surrounding the swimming pool.
W-what the fuck?
His teeth chattered and goosebumps covered the exposed skin on his arms where he’d rolled his sleeves up. Sorry for the language, ma’am, but why did you push me in the pool? What the hell’s wrong with you? That water is freakin’ freezing.
Zane couldn’t believe his luck. The boss had told him to get close to Misty Toll, but he hadn’t expected it to happen quite like this. Hell of a way to start an investigation. He’d expected another boring job, but if it continued like this… Wow, baby, sex on legs.
He dragged his mind off his rapidly rising libido and tried to think of the case. Australia had been one of the last countries to declare Christmas illegal, but with the election of the Personal Instigation of Somber Souls political party—PISS if you were of a mind to be irreverent—a couple of years ago, that had all changed.
The new leaders had taken a firm stand, having decided that the escalating rate of violence in the country would be curbed if people stopped acting on their emotions. Along with all of the other celebratory holidays on the calendar, part of the new regime was to ban Christmas. It was a proven fact that more crime happened during that particular vacation time—increased burglaries, more violence against persons, home invasions. The list went on and on, and that was before the authorities took into account the suicides committed by the heartsick and lonely.
The American Government had loaned him out for an extended period to the Australian police force. He’d been a deep undercover agent for a long time and had an outstanding record for squashing emotional crimes in the United States. Which was how he’d ended up in Australia, working undercover again. Hell, he was so deep in, no one but his immediate superiors even knew his real name. He’d figured he’d only be here for a couple of months, but he’d already racked up three years and counting. Not about to let him go once they had him, they’d used his expertise to train the new agents for PEED.
Christ, he hated using that acronym, but it was too big a mouthful to rattle off Provisional Elimination of Emotions Department when he tried to tell people where he worked. To be quite honest, once upon a time he hadn’t seen anything wrong with Christmas. He had some great memories of this particular seasonal holiday.
Hell, his father had been a shopping mall Santa Claus for years. Until some drunk, high on crack as well as alcohol, had taken a knife to him in the middle of a robbery. When the case had come to court, the guy had tried to argue that he’d needed the pittance Zane’s father had collected to feed his kids. What a load of crap. It had been greed, plain and simple, and had left a bitter taste in Zane’s mouth and a big hole in his heart. Which was how he’d ended up working for PEED.
Although he did feel sorry for the parents who just wanted to bring a little Christmas cheer into their kids’ lives. They were the ones hurt by the new laws. Maybe it was time to change jobs, because sometimes he hated what he did for a living.
Then he ran his gaze over Misty Toll and revised his opinion. If every suspect looked like this little sprite, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Not that Misty was that little. She had to stand about five and a half feet, he’d guess, so the odds were that she was part human. Elves normally didn’t top five feet.
The flat one-dimensional image in the photo pinned to the case file back at the office didn’t do her justice. Her face was pretty, rather than beautiful, but the slight slant to her lavender eyes gave her an exotic, sexy look. Although small-boned, she had all the requisite bumps in the right places. But it was the hair that fascinated him.
Silver. And across the top she’d gelled some of the shorter strands into spikes and colored them green and red. Just like a Christmas decoration. Too cute, although she was flouting the laws by flaunting the Christmas colors. Regardless, he had a sudden desire to reach out and touch, to see what it felt like.
Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t push you.
She held her hands up, palms out, face all seriousness, although her lips had a decided tendency to tilt at the corners as if she were struggling not to laugh.
Well, there’s no one else around here, is there?
Stripping off his soaked shirt,
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