Christmas in Your Arms

By Leena Darling

It's December and Tasha's all alone in a new city. She's excited to start a new chapter in her life, but a little sad at the prospect of spending the holidays by herself. As she's exploring her new neighborhood, a surprise encounter with an old friend and known Dom, Russell, reignites her interest in BDSM. He agrees to let her watch a scene at his club, and it quickly turns into the most erotic, passionate night of her life. Too bad she can't hope for more than one night, because her history with Russell is complicated and painful.

Russell initially holds Tasha at a distance, but the sweet submissive feels so damn good in his arms. He wants more of her, all of her, but secrets he's kept about a family tragedy could very well drive her away. Will she forgive him for his silence? And will he finally get a chance to show Tasha just how much she means to him during the most magical time of the year?

Note: This is an M/F bdsm erotic romance with one M/M scene. Please do not purchase this book if such material offends you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leena Darling
• Release date: Mar 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311208026

Leena Darling

Leena Darling loves to write spanking stories. Contemporary spanking romance, age play, and Christian Domestic Discipline are her favorite genres to explore. She’s written a few especially naughty pseudo-incest stories too. Stern husbands, strict daddies, and no-nonsense uncles make her go weak in the knees.

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Christmas in Your Arms

by Leena Darling

Copyright 2014 by Leena Darling

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Note: This book is an MF erotic bdsm romance with one MM scene. Please do not purchase this book if such material offends you.

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Chapter 1

So this is starting over.

Cold drops of rain hit Tasha’s face as she spared one last glance at her white Cap Cod-style house. She buried her hands deep in her coat pockets as memories rushed back in a whirl of joy and sadness. The damp chill penetrated her to the core, and she finally turned to nod at the driver in the moving van. He pulled away and disappeared down the street, leaving behind a trail of exhaust fumes. In two hours, Tasha would meet the movers in the city at her new house—a brick two story located one block from the historical district.

Tasha! Honey!

Oh no. So much for a smooth getaway. Tasha turned as Mrs. Baker rushed down the sidewalk carrying a covered plate. Tasha had hoped to avoid saying good-bye to the teensy old lady. Saying good-bye was painful. Of course, not saying good-bye could be painful too, a truth Tasha knew too well.

Mrs. Baker, it’s freezing out here. You should get back inside, Tasha scolded gently.

Oh, this ain’t nothing. It’s not even snowing. Rain! Her eyes darted to the sky. Rain in December! I tell you what, this whole global warming thing might be true.

Tasha grinned and shook her head. Good ol’ Mrs. Baker. At least there were never any awkward pauses during a conversation with her, and she always cheered Tasha up when she was feeling down. And during the past year, that had been more often than not.

Are those cookies for me, Mrs. Baker? Huge chocolate chip cookies were stacked up on the plate underneath a clear plastic cover. Tasha’s mouth watered at the sight.

For the long drive you have ahead of you. The many lines on Mrs. Baker’s face crinkled as she smiled. She handed the plate to Tasha and winked. Oh! And here’s some milk. You can’t eat chocolate chip cookies without milk. It would be criminal. She pulled a large glass bottle of milk from her coat pocket and placed it in Tasha’s hand.

Oh, Mrs. Baker, you’re gonna make me cry. Sure enough, Tasha’s lip trembled and a few tears rolled down her face, scorching hot compared to the cold rain drifting down. Hold on, let me put this in the car. Don’t go anywhere. I’m about to hug the hell out of you, old woman.

Mrs. Baker laughed.

Once Tasha stashed the milk and cookies on the passenger seat, she hurried back to wrap her arms tight around the kindest woman she’d ever known. As always, Mrs. Baker smelled like mints and hand cream. Tasha didn’t want to let go. You’re the only thing I’m going to miss about this town, but damn I’m going to miss you so much. Tasha felt terrible for having planned to slip away without saying farewell to the sweet, elderly woman, and she was thankful Mrs. Baker hadn’t allowed her to make such a mistake.

"Stop it before you make me cry. Mrs. Baker pulled back and kissed Tasha’s cheek. Be safe. The city’s nothing like this small town. Don’t get involved with any assholes. And promise to call me once in a while."

I promise. Thank you for the cookies.

Driving away while Mrs. Baker