A Christmas Load

A collection of 5 seasonal m/m tales

Last Christmas: Faison Ives never forgot that Christmas Eve or the mysterious Trey. Several years pass before fate brings them together again. Will it be another fleeting encounter or do they have a future together?

Blood Red Christmas: A winter storm brings a fugitive to Petrov’s door. The guy only has a Santa hat on. It’s a festive fantasy come true! However, nothing is as it seems. Santa may be sexy, but his big chopper isn’t just a euphemism. Petrov is no innocent victim though. It’s a very dark night before Christmas, and blood will be shed.

Candy Canes: A Christmas wish finds two brothers exchanging cocks to see how the other side lives. Is it worth dying for? Will a brother kill a brother for a ‘different’ dick?

Christmas Tales from Max and Luther: It’s the holidays and the vampire Luther and his roommate Max, the son of Satan, exchange Christmas stories of paranormal creatures and dangerous sex.

Calvin and the Snow Queen: When the Snow Queen traps Santa's elf, Kyle, in his ice palace. Calvin has to devise a plan to rescue Kyle He can’t walk away from the man he loves. He’ll do anything to unfreeze Kyle's heart and make him see that they have to be together.

Blood Red Christmas, Candy Canes, and Christmas Tales from Max and Luther were originally published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica.
Calvin and the Snow Queen was first published in eBook format by Lydian Press.

Excerpt: From Christmas Tales from Max and Luther

Vincent Roberts, had been sick a long time and this promised to be his last Christmas. He coughed into the handkerchief and felt only discomfort seeing the spot of blood there. Lying back in bed, he played with the buttons on the remote, watching bits and pieces on each channel. He sipped a cup of tea at room temperature until he set the cup down and drifted into what appeared to be a comfortable sleep.
When he opened his eyes the room was bathed in an ethereal light and standing in front of him was the most beautiful naked man he had ever laid eyes on. If Vincent were in the habit of dreaming, the silent stranger in front of him would have been the man he would have dreamed of. The man held his hands together as if he were holding something delicate. His black hair was tinted blue and his eyes were almost translucent. Vincent dreamed in specifics. The size, shape and color of the man’s penis were included in Vincent’s inventory.
“Who ...who are you?” Vincent asked.
The stranger put his fingers to his lips. “No questions. Not now, not yet.” The stranger spoke in the most perfect melodious voice. He walked closer to the bed, sat down and rested his hand on Vincent’s thigh. He leaned forward and kissed Vincent’s mouth. He lips were soft and he kiss lasted long and his passion was real. It was just the way Vincent liked his kisses. He closed his eyes and wondered how was it possible that this incident was so perfect.
When he opened his eyes, his hands were running through the thickness of the man’s hair. As Vincent’s hands began their journey over the stranger’s body, Vincent’s eyes opened in astonishment. His dream lover had sprouted a six foot span of black leather wings.
He started to speak but the stranger covered his lips with his own and the heat that passed between them was intoxicating and whatever questions Vincent had, were quickly forgotten as he luxuriated in the arms of the winged man, the angel. Vincent figured he knew this man. Angel or demon his body had never felt so good, so real and alive. Then they made the greatest love Vincent had ever experienced. Arms and legs entwined, his body captive, his passion a prisoner. When they were done, the angel held Vincent in his arms, and he held him tight, tighter, tightest. Vincent coughed once but he was already dead. It was his most spectacular Christmas ever.