His Amazing Summer and Christmas: A Portville Mpreg Summer Romance

By Xander Collins

One summer ... one epic birth scene ... and one very special Christmas.

On a drunken night of rebelling from his father, young omega Brent falls into a river. He survives just fine, although he emerges soaking wet and angry at the person who pushed him in.

Holden, a sexy young alpha who has been playing the field for a while is the man who gave Brent the push that sent him over the railing. It wasn’t intentional, though. Holden thought he was saving Brent’s life.

When it’s obvious that there’s an attraction between the two of them, Brent devises a plan to use Holden to get back at his father, who is the wealthy governor of Portville and has always expected Brent to follow in his footsteps. Brent is tired of being yelled at for being himself, and he aims to show his father just how irresponsible he can be.

Brent doesn’t expect that Holden will impregnate him that first night. He knows his father will be furious when he finds out, but the only place he can think to hide is on his father’s yacht. He also doesn’t expect that he will fall head over heals in love with an alpha who is struggling financially with his snack boat business and is too proud to take any money from him.

Can a wealthy omega and a poor alpha get over their hangups and come together for the sake of their baby?
Can the son of a wealthy governor let go of his pride and invite his father into his life?
Is there a house big enough to hold all of these omegas and alphas, as well as their babies and extended family, for a once-in-a-lifetime Christmas party?

There’s only one way to find out...

His Amazing Summer and Christmas is the fourth book in the Portville Summer Series. It is an opposites-attract romance of 30k words, with some drinking, sexy times, an epic race of 4 omegas and their partners to the birth clinic, and a Christmas epilogue that includes the couples from every book in the Portville Summer Series, and a few more! It is intended for readers over the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: X Collins
• Release date: Apr 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005176525

Xander Collins

Xander Collins writes super sexy, romantic omegaverse stories with the warm fuzzies, hot dudes, and cuddly babies we all crave.Subscribe to Xander's new release newsletter and receive the exclusive bonus book Mpreg Boat.https://eepurl.com/dhZ269

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Brent

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Babe, come out of there. This is ridiculous. They’re not going to bite you.

Don’t call me ridiculous, Holden! I told you, I don’t want anyone to see me. Especially not him!

What’s the big deal, Brent? So you know Professor Dylan. I’m sure he’s gonna be really happy for you.

You don’t get it. He knows my dad. They’re friends. If he sees me he’s gonna tell him.

Dude, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re in labor. You’re dad’s gonna find out you’re pregnant when the baby comes. I still can’t even believe you haven’t told him.

I said I’d do it in my own time, Holden. Please don’t push me.

Well, if you were planning on telling him before the birth, your time is just about up. I’m not trying to push you. I love you, Brent. I want what’s best for you, and for our baby. And the thing is, I really think what’s best is for to tell your dad. He loves you.

I took a deep breath, which was almost impossible while I was crouched down in a cramped storage cupboard on Holden’s Treat Boat. Okay, okay, I grunted. I’ll deal with it when we get to the clinic.

Thank you. Now will you please get out of there before our baby pops out in a cupboard full of empty snack boxes?

Holden held out his hand and helped me crawl onto the deck of the boat. Shane was sitting calmly with a blanket wrapped around his body and his head, but he had a pained look on his face—which I could totally identify with. My contractions weren’t too close together yet, but when they came all I felt were sharp waves, like a bunch of knives poking into my belly.

Once I made it across the deck of the rocking boat Holden sat me down on the bench seat next to Shane and gave me a blanket. But he didn’t hand it to me. He wrapped it around my body and my head, just like how Shane had his. I looked up at Holden and was annoyed as hell when I saw that he was trying not to laugh.

What? I said under my breath.

Nothing, babe. You look adorable.

Holden! I said, trying to sound mad through a clenched jaw and in a whisper. I started to get up again, but he held me firmly in place on the bench.

Look, just relax. You’re gonna be a lot more comfortable here. He kissed my forehead and then my lips, which helped a little to calm the irritation I was feeling for every single thing on the planet.

Besides, he said. This way I can keep my eye on you.

I knew Holden had said that to make it sound like he cared about me, but all it really did was cause my irritation to intensify again. I wasn’t a child that needed watching over. But before I could say any that, Holden stood up and took the wheel of the boat over from Professor Dylan.

I was definitely not happy about that, because Professor Dylan immediately came over to check on Shane, and I was forced to talk to him. It was awkward and embarrassing, but I guess I managed to handle it okay. He even offered to call my dad once we made it to the clinic, which was fine with me because I was still dreading having to tell him what was going on.

I knew I was being a total wuss. I was having Professor Dylan do what I should have done a long time ago. But if you knew my dad, you’d totally understand. Even that first morning—after I’d spent the night with Holden—I couldn’t tell my dad the truth about us, and about the fact that, even then, I knew I was pregnant. He just wouldn’t have understood. I knew he probably would have forbidden me from seeing Holden … or something even worse.

But I’m probably just confusing you, because I totally skipped over that part of the story … so if you really want all the dramatic details of how I wound up pregnant … on a boat … cruising down the river … in December … here goes.

It was a beautiful summer night. My dad had his yacht moored on the Willamina river and he was throwing a party on board. Well, actually a fundraiser that was guaranteed to win him another four years as governor of Portville, to quote him word for word.

No monkey business, he said. You’re representing me tonight, son. I don’t want to find you with your head in the toilet, or passed out in a pile of stuffed animals. Another direct quote from my dad.

That was when I was twelve!

Don’t be ridiculous, Brent. I would never have allowed my twelve-year-old son to consume alcohol.

I mean the stuffed animal thing. And that other night with the toilet was a couple years ago. I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up.

Because it wasn’t an isolated event. I’ve found you inebriated more times that I care to count. Also, because I expect more from you. I can’t have you getting drunk and ruining my events, son. If your brother were still with us he would already be following in my shoes. Hell, he might even be running against me next term. Bradly would be doing everything he could to make his father proud.

I’m sorry I’m not Bradly! And I’m sorry that doing what I want with my life doesn’t make you proud! Too bad I’m not a robot you could program. Then you’d be super happy with all my life decisions!

Brent! Enough! We won’t have this discussion again. I need you to shape up and greet the guests tonight. I don’t ask you for much. I know you have no intention of getting into politics and making a name for yourself in Portville, but the least you could do is help me out a little. Make sure the guests are happy and taken care of tonight. Smile and greet people. Maybe even take around a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Make yourself useful.

Great, now you want me to be your waiter.

Brent, he said with a clenched jaw as he stared into the full length mirror in front of him. His face was turning beet red and I was pretty sure he had totally stopped breathing. He looked like he was about to have a coronary, as usual. Just do as I ask. For once, don’t make me argue with you.

"Make you? Yeah, right. Dad I’m twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid."

My dad turned around abruptly and glared at me. Well, then act your goddamned age! Stop screwing around, and make something of yourself! One of these days you’re going to have to move out of the governor’s mansion—a place you’ve been damned lucky enough to call home for the last four years, by the way—and you’re going to have to make your own way. You can’t live off of your father forever, you know. Or off one of those alphas you meet at the clubs you go to. So help me god, Brent, if you get pregnant on one of your nights of carousing—

I won’t get pregnant, Dad—

And wind up on the cover of The Oregonian—

That’s not gonna happen, Dad!

I’ll cut you off so fast it’ll make your head spin!

"Dad! Jesus Christ! Fine, I’ll go hand out food to your special guests! I’ll be your waiter, or your indentured servant, or whatever! You’re the boss around here, I’m fully aware of that fact! Just stop yelling at me!"

And will you put on a tie, for crissake!

Those were the last words I heard as I stomped off and slammed the door. I was so tired of being treated like a second class citizen by my own father. I had always come second to my older brother Bradly. He was an alpha and he had graduated from Portville State with a law degree and was working his way up in politics when he had his ski accident.

That was four years ago.

I had just graduated from high school and I’d always looked up to him. I was devastated when my dad gave me the news. And of course my dad, being an alpha himself and never showing any emotions, gave me hell for crying. He said one day of mourning was plenty, that I was taking it too far crying for a week, and in front of people, no less. I mean, it was at the funeral. It’s not like I was making a scene wailing in the middle of the town square. So I basically had to suck it up and hide my feelings.

Now that Bradly was gone he had become my dad’s fallen hero, and I was the screw-up he was stuck with. My dad always made it clear that he was disappointed I had no interest in politics, and always criticized my ‘lack of direction,’ whenever I talked about taking classes. He knew how much I hated these fundraisers, but he still made me attend. It’s like he got off on torturing me or something.

I put on a tie and went out to greet the damned guests. I put on my most fake smile and spoke in my most disgustingly cheerful voice for at least an hour before I couldn’t take it anymore. When I saw that my dad was distracted and deep in a conversation—about something boring and stupid, I was sure—I grabbed a fifth of Johnnie Walker Blue and found a quiet spot at the back of the top deck.

I’d only planned on drinking, like, a quarter of the bottle, but things got a little out of hand, and before I knew it, half of it was gone. I knew I’d be totally screwed if my dad saw me like this, so I snuck off the boat and wandered down

Reviews for His Amazing Summer and Christmas

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A nice end to the series. It can use more editing like the rest of the series. It's like it was typed out on a touchscreen keyboard and the wrong word gets picked over and over again like when we're texting and our keyboard keeps suggesting the wrong word.