A Merry Menage Christmas

By Jan Springer

Dr. Kelsie Madison can’t remember the last time she’s had no-strings sex and that’s her clue she’s been working way too hard. It’s time to unwind at the Key Club by indulging in a yummy Christmas present for herself. Something she’s never experienced before - a red-hot ménage.

ER Dr. Ryder Greene and his roommate, physiotherapist, Dixon Flynn love sharing their women. They’ve had their eye on cute Dr. Kelsie Madison for quite some time, but she’s a workaholic and she never has time to play.

When they learn she’ll be at the Santa Claus Ménage Night festivities, they’ll make sure they’re the ones kissing Kelsie under the mistletoe. And if they get their wish, Kelsie will be taking them home for Christmas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jan Springer
• Release date: Dec 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310528514

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A Merry Ménage Christmas

Jan Springer

Published by Spunky Girl Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Jan Springer at Smashwords

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Cover Art by Fiona Jade Media

Edited by FA DeWylde

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This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, settings and events presented in this book are purely of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead or to any actual events, places and/or settings.

Dedication

For Miss Emily Angel

Chapter One

Dr. Kelsie Madison stared out the frost-crusted second floor maternity ward window and sighed. The harsh snap of snow pelting the glass panes was setting her nerves on edge and she just wanted to get out of here. It had been snowing all day and well into the night. Now it was three in the morning and all the cars in the parking lot, the nearby pine trees and the only road to and from the hospital were blanketed with at least two feet of white. What she wouldn’t give to be out there taking a leisurely walk, listening to the calming scrunch of snow give way beneath her boots and feel the lacey wet snowflakes tickle her face.

Anywhere but here.

A blood curdling scream from the woman lying in the nearby bed snapped Kelsie out of her momentary peace.

Easy, Finley. The babies are almost here, she reassured her arch enemy.

If Finley had been any other patient, Kelsie would have taken her hand in hers and squeezed gently in an effort to calm and comfort. But Finley with her long black hair a sweaty tangled mess and her brown eyes shooting daggers of hate, flipped Kelsie the middle finger.

Lovely.

I want another doctor! she wailed.

Here we go again.

The storm is preventing anyone from getting here. I’m all you got.

Kelsie gazed back out the window. To freedom.

But you’re a killer! I don’t want a killer delivering my babies, Finley snapped.

Bitch. Now was not the time to bring up the past.

Kelsie moved from the window and grabbed Finley’s chart. The nurse who was checking the fetal monitor gazed at Kelsie and gave her a sympathetic shrug.

I didn’t kill your brother, Fin. You know that.

If you hadn’t broken up with him, he wouldn’t have been drinking. You let him get into the car when he was drunk. It is your fault he is dead. No one else’s fault. Just yours.

You let him get into the car when he was drunk. Familiar guilt zipped through her and she flinched as the memories rose up stark and raw. Images of Mark showing up sloshed to the gills with booze at her Thanksgiving party where she’d been waiting for her guests to arrive. He’d been determined to get her into his car and drive them somewhere so they could talk about getting back together. But she’d refused. She’d told him she wanted nothing to do with him until he got some help for his addiction to alcohol.

After he’d caused a scene by smashing her punchbowl on the floor, along with destroying pretty much every breakable item in her apartment, he’d left. When she’d spied him stumbling into his car, she’d called 911 for help, but the police had been too late to stop him. He’d wrapped his car around a tree at the first curve in the road. He’d died instantly. Finley still blamed Kelsie for his death.

Her husband called. He’s snowbound at the Calgary airport. The car rental is closed due to the weather and he can’t make it here for the births, the nurse whispered.

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