Hop on Over to the North Pole

By Miriam F. Martin

Every elf knows what happens in the North Pole, stays in the North Pole. Except for the toys of course.

After only three days on the job, newbie toy maker Rayna must deliver a very important red envelope. But doing so in a place that caters to the two elven weaknesses—food and sex?

One thing to satisfy the first weakness. The second demands more attention.

If you enjoy sexy erotic holiday short stories, be sure to read Hop on Over to the North Pole.

Bonus short story included: After All These Years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Jan 2, 2019

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

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Hop on Over to the North Pole

Hop on Over to the North Pole

Miriam F. Martin

Hermit Muse Publishing

Hop on Over to the North Pole

Every elf knows what happens in the North Pole, stays in the North Pole. Except for the toys of course.

After only three days on the job, newbie toy maker Rayna must deliver a very important red envelope. But doing so in a place that caters to the two elven weaknesses—food and sex?

One thing to satisfy the first weakness. The second demands more attention.

If you enjoy sexy erotic holiday short stories, be sure to read Hop on Over to the North Pole.

Bonus short story included: After All These Years.

Copyright © 2019 by Hermit Muse Publishing

Cover Image: Katalinks/BigStockPhoto

Cover Design: David Anthony Brown

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All characters, events, and settings are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence.

THIS WORK IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS 18+

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Contents

Hop on Over to the North Pole

After All These Years

About the Author

Also by Miriam F. Martin

Hop on Over to the North Pole

only three days on the job...

Every damn corridor in the North Pole looked the same. Sparkly flashing Christmas lights strung from the ceiling and along the baseboards—red, yellow, pink, and green, orange, purple, and blue. They alternated colors, changing the color of Rayna's shadow every few seconds.

Smells of fresh baked sugar cookies drifted in the warm air at every intersection that had a mini-bakery, which was most intersections. On top of that—hot chocolate, apple cider, and fresh coffee brewing in the cafes. Elves liked to eat. Being stranded at the North Pole for six to ten months out of the year made their appetite even worse.

Rayna couldn't help it. Her stomach growled noticeably, even though she kept telling herself the bright red envelope had to be delivered.

So she stopped for one sugar cookie shaped in a snowman with white and blue frosting and a steaming mug of cider. Afterwards, she wished she'd used an extra credit for another cookie.

Not far from the bakeries, the other sign of elven debauchery hung from the ceiling. Mistletoe. In case an elf needed more than a snack for break, and wanted to kiss a coworker in hopes of more.

The sounds of feminine moaning and creaking bedsprings proved that getting laid in the North Pole was perhaps easier than in Las Vegas. Most of the time, they closed the doors. Sometimes not and Rayna got a view of two or more elves naked and having fun.

She tugged at the green velveteen fabric of