Every Last Fantasy: A Christmas Novella

By Shiloh Walker

After a naughty Christmas wish, Vikky discovers that she has a wicked secret admirer. Taunted by teasing notes, seduced by sinful promises, she finds herself living out some of her wildest fantasies.

Erik had no idea that agreeing to play Santa would put him back in Vikky’s orbit—or that she would make such a sexy Christmas wish. Unable to resist her warm blue eyes or the promise of her amazing body, he gives in to the urge to fulfill her Christmas fantasy.

But what started out as fun turns into so much more...

Please note: This title has been previously issued. It has been substantially re-edited with a fair amount of rewriting, but very little new material has been added.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shiloh Walker
• Release date: Nov 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310624704

Shiloh Walker

Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah...serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense.

Book preview

Less than a minute after she’d accepted the friend request, a message popped up. The chat. He wanted to chat—

Aren’t you fast, sugar?

Vikky froze, almost terrified, but the curiosity was eating a hole in her belly.

Biting her lower lip, she typed in:

Do I know you?

Do you want to? The words appeared in the box.

Yes! resounded through her entire soul but her head was a little more cautious than her libido.

She debated for a moment and then typed in her response:

Cute, slick. Very cute. But not the answer I was aiming for.

Vikky. You know me about as well as I know the shade of lipstick you like the best. Red, right?

Her heart skipped a beat, her hands going damp. It was a mixture of fear and anticipation that drove her next move.

Lots of women wear red lipstick, pal.

His response made her heart skip another beat and then lurch into a rapid gallop. Yes, lots of women wear red lipstick, but I can’t think of the last time I was this interested in kissing that lipstick off.

Her skin went hot and tight. Shifting in the seat, she sat back for a moment and then blew out a breath. She shouldn’t do this.

It was stupid.

And she didn’t care.

Every Last Fantasy

Shiloh Walker

After a naughty Christmas wish, Vikky discovers that she has a wicked secret admirer. Taunted by teasing notes, seduced by sinful promises, she finds herself living out some of her wildest fantasies.

Erik had no idea that agreeing to play Santa would put him back in Vikky’s orbit—or that she would make such a sexy Christmas wish. Unable to resist her warm blue eyes or the promise of her amazing body, he gives in to the urge to fulfill her Christmas fantasy.

But what started out as fun turns into so much more…

Every Last Fantasy

Shiloh Walker

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2014 by Shiloh Walker

All Rights Reserved.

Please note: This title has been previously issued. It has been substantially re-edited with a fair amount of rewriting, but very little new material has been added.

Author’s Note

In this story, the heroine receives letters and email from an unknown man. Letters that, because of a past life connection, drive her to act in a way foreign to her. Now, in real life, we know courting this kind of behavior isn’t safe…but this isn’t real life. This is fantasy…enjoy.

Prologue

London, 1840

With her back to the wall, Elaina tried to pretend as though she wasn’t there. This just was not helping the way she had intended.

Yes, she was no longer suffering from the intense ennui that had plagued her since Richard’s death. But the despair had only deepened. How could it do otherwise? Especially considering where she was. All this place did was remind her of how lonesome and empty she was.

Whatever am I doing here?

Elaina pressed a gloved hand to her temple as she tried to block out the unmistakable noises around her. A soft little voice in her head whispered, You wished to start living again, remember?

Elaina had no use for living right now, no use for parties, no use for anything. Not since she had been forced to bury her husband years ago.

Her ennui wasn’t natural—she knew this, but she couldn’t get past it. No matter how hard she tried. No matter how lonely she was in the night. She couldn’t find it in her to start trying to live again.

Finally, she had received Mary’s invitation, and agreed to come to one of Mary’s infamous parties.

Well, infamous in certain circles.

The parties had never been one of her favorite pastimes, but she wasn’t going to move past her ennui if she did not get involved in life again.

Now, as she moved in slow circles, keeping her eyes down, she tried to figure a delicate way to leave without offending the hostess. Not that Mary wouldn’t know. She need only take one look at Elaina’s sad eyes.

Her eyes flickered up at a familiar sound, the sound of a hand coming down hard and fast on naked flesh, and against her will, her belly tightened. Need drew tight within as she watched the tableau before her, the man striking at the woman’s flesh as she lay across his lap, her pink buttocks up for all the world to see.

As Elaina dragged her eyes away, they passed over an unfamiliar face. One got to know many of the people at parties such as these. It was a rather small world. The men and women who played these kinds of games all flocked together.

But she didn’t know him.

Mary appeared at her side, chuckling under her breath at the rapt look in Elaina’s eyes. Delicious, isn’t he? Mary asked as they stared at him. "He’s an American, new money. His name is Jacob Moriarty."

Oh, yes…delicious, Elaina had to admit.

He was clean shaven, unlike so many of the men there, letting her see the splendid glory of his face. His mouth looked both hard and extremely kissable. He had emerald green eyes, thick, rich brown hair drawn back from his face in a short queue, much longer than the hairstyles of the men around him.

Jacob Moriarty was standing to the side, watching everything around him with faint amusement in his eyes. None of the little gatherings appeared to be catching his attention, no matter how many women slid their eyes his way. Of course, with all the naked bodies, chances were the eyes were the last thing a man would look at.

Mary chuckled and tapped Elaina’s arm with her fan, ducking her head to murmur, Perhaps I should introduce you?

Elaina jerked her eyes away before the American could catch her staring at him. No, no, please do not, Elaina whispered, shaking her head, but Mary was already moving away.

The look of him was imprinted on her mind. He was a shade above average height, but with broad shoulders, powerful arms, corded thighs that she could admire under the tight fit of his breeches. My…she thought as she touched her tongue to her lip before moving out of the room.

Elaina wished vainly she hadn’t come. Group sex had simply never been her thing, even after Richard had introduced her to a more…exciting manner of sexual relations. But the sounds of all the passionate cries, watching the gleam of damp flesh under the flickering candlelight, tied her belly into hungry little knots, and her entire body pulsed with need.

Frustrated, tired and so achingly lonely, she pressed her lips together as she moved away from the party, slipping through the hall, studiously ignoring the woman who had gone to her knees before one man, suckling on the rigid stalk of his cock while another man lightly slapped at the pink cheeks of her ass with a riding crop.

Elaina suppressed a whimper as she ducked through a doorway and found herself in a silent and thankfully empty room. As