Merry Christmas to Me

By M.E. Clayton

What do you get when a holiday isn’t just a holiday?

A Christmas that’s sure to make Santa blush.

Sia
Sia Meadows has always played it safe. Between having a respectable job as an insurance firm receptionist, the greatest best friend in the world, wonderful parents, and a Christmas bonus that was going to finally make her a certified homeowner, Sia’s quiet, unassuming life was a happy one. Never one to ask for too much, her life was pretty uneventful.

Well, except for that one time when she showed up at a party to find her boyfriend of six months sandwiched between two sexy blondes. Happy with the blood test results that she felt she needed to take, Sia decides to put the mess behind her and concentrate on the holiday season. However, she never would have guessed that the Twelve Days of Christmas would be naked ones.

Archer
Archer Bentley hasn’t always played it safe. Between owning his own auto shop, having great employees, and being surrounded by the best group of friends around, it was a wonder how he’d been so lucky with all the risks he used to take when he was younger. Archer has never had anything against a little trouble, no matter what her name was.

Well, except for those women who liked to pretend to know the score, only to turn into raving maniacs later down the line when they don’t get exclusivity that they were never promised in the first place. Not looking for anything serious, Archer gets hit with it anyway. However, he doesn’t shy away from the beautiful manhater who’s putting the merry in his Merry Christmas.

When no-string-attached loses its meaning...
After the sting of humiliation, Sia isn’t looking for anything serious. She’s convinced that she can do no-strings-attached sex just like all those other people out there who are doing it and are happy as hell doing it. Sia deserves a little Christmas cheer, and Archer Bentley has a lot that deserves cheering. A lot.

After the sting of rejection, Archer isn’t looking to walk away without a fight. He’s convinced that all he needs are a few nights with his little manhater, and she’ll be just as addicted to him as he seems to be to her. Archer deserves a special Christmas gift, and Sia Meadows is as special as it gets.

Can the sexy, cocky mechanic convince Sia to give him a chance at more than just sex? Can the play-it-safe receptionist convince Archer to give her a sexy Christmas fling only? Christmas morning is sure to bring about the answer to both those questions.

NOTE: This book contains adult language, adult situations, and explicit sexual encounters. If sensitive to any of the aforementioned issues, please do not purchase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.E. Clayton
• Release date: Dec 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005403201

M.E. Clayton

M.E. Clayton works fulltime and writes as a hobby only. She is also an avid reader and Pinterest addict. When she's not working, reading, writing, or on Pinterest, she is spending time with her family and friends, or her dog, Boy, or her cat, Seatbelt. She lives in California with her husband and enjoys doing nothing but reading. Seriously. She does nothing but read. However, that's how she likes it.

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Merry Christmas to Me

Copyright 2020 Monica Clayton

Published by M.E. Clayton

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Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.

Table of Contents

Author's Note

Contact Me

Dedication

Prologue

1. Archer

2. Sia

3. Archer

4. Sia

5. Archer

6. Sia

7. Archer

8. Sia

9. Archer

10. Sia

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Other Books

Author’s Note

Just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.

That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked into commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. However, if you’re a stickler for grammar, my books are probably not for you.

Also, I am an avid reader-I mean an AVID reader. I love to read above any other hobby. However, the only downside to my reading obsession is when I fall in love with a series, but I have to wait for the additional books to come out. And because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, when I started publishing my works, I vowed to publish all books in my series all at once. No waiting here…LOL. Now, the exception to that will be if enough readers request additional stories based off the standalone, such as in Facing the Enemy. At that point, if I decide to move forward with a requested series, I will make sure all additional books are available all at once. As much as this is a hobby for me, I am writing these books for all of you, as well as myself.

Thank you, for everything!

Contact Me

I really appreciate you reading my book and I would love to hear from you! Now, unfortunately, because I do have a full-time job, and a family I love spending time with, at this time, I’m afraid it would be very hard for me to maintain a multitude of social media sites. However, for the sites I do participate in, here are my social media coordinates:

Website

Facebook

Instagram

Email

Newsletter

Dedication

For Brian –

We might go weeks without talking, but that contract guarantees that time doesn’t mean shit.

Prologue

I didn’t know half the people here.

Don’t get me wrong, though, because this was exactly the kind of party Charles deserved. Still, I was sure he probably didn’t know half these motherfuckers, either.

Looking around, it wasn’t hard to see why most of the drunken assholes here were in attendance. Word must have gotten around that River was throwing Charles a bachelor party, and every swinging dick outside of Amish Country knew what that meant.

Tits and ass, and some action at pussy if you were lucky.

There was also enough tits and ass to go around, believe me.

Holy shit, Maze Walker walloped like the drunken fool he was. Did you see the new piece that just walked in? Even though it was only the first of December, he sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. That asshole Rodney Alves managed to get first dibs, but I’m calling second. His eyebrows danced. She’s hot enough for sloppy seconds.

I wasn’t surprised. When you ran with the rough and tumble crowd, it was hard to be shocked anymore. I owned Bentley Auto & Mechanics, and being a mechanic, my circle of friends ran towards the more aggressive type. Mechanics, bikers, construction workers, etc. You know, the type who didn’t know one thing about refined sensibilities.

That was us.

So, Maze announcing that he had no objections to sloppy seconds wasn’t anything new. I’ve seen a lot of women shared among my friends in my lifetime, and I was only thirty-two.

That’s her, he said, elbowing me in my side. Maze was barely pushing six-foot, and I was six-foot-four, so his elbow met my waist instead of my bicep. Still, the second I turned my