Elf on the Beach

By TJ Nichols

Roone Sorley is an elf on a mission.
He has one year to live in the mortal world and experience everything it has to offer before deciding if he is going to return to the North Pole and immortality or stay and become human.

Christmas in Australia is all sun, sand, and surf. For Kyle Morgan, that means lots of tourists wanting to learn how to surf, but he hates Christmas. This time of year always reminds him about the family he doesn't have.

With the clock ticking and only days left, Roone plans on making the most of the heat and the beach and his hot surfing instructor. Beyond that he has no idea what he wants. However with a little magic, he might be able to give Kyle exactly what he needs.

For readers who like sun, surf and Christmas magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TJ Nichols
• Release date: Oct 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215384541

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Elf on the Beach

Elf on the Beach

A Gay Christmas Novella

TJ Nichols

Copyright © 2015 by TJ Nichols

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Contents

Foreword

Elf on the Beach

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Excerpt

Afterword

Other books by TJ Nichols

About the Author

Foreword

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Elf on the Beach

Roone Sorley is an elf on a mission.

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He has one year to live in the mortal world and experience everything it has to offer before deciding if he is going to return to the North Pole and immortality or stay and become human.

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Christmas in Australia is all sun, sand, and surf. For Kyle Morgan, that means lots of tourists wanting to learn how to surf, but he hates Christmas. This time of year always reminds him about the family he doesn’t have.

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With the clock ticking and only days left, Roone plans on making the most of the heat and the beach and his hot surfing instructor. Beyond that he has no idea what he wants. However with a little magic, he might be able to give Kyle exactly what he needs.

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For readers who like sun, surf and Christmas magic.

Chapter 1

Teaching tourists how to surf was always fun. The kids threw themselves into it and had a certain fearlessness that most adults had grown out of. However, this adult class was mostly made up of European University students who had decided to have a hot, sandy Christmas instead of a snowy one. Kyle had never seen snow, so he couldn’t judge, but he had plans to go snowboarding next winter.

Snowy or sunny, he was sure he’d still hate the holiday season.

How many of the would-be surfers were spending the holidays overseas to avoid their families? At least they had families to avoid. If he had a real family, he’d be spending it with them instead of alone.

A couple of German girls in bikinis giggled and fell off their boards. They hadn’t even gotten in the water yet. He grinned and repeated what he’d said about balancing their weight.

They giggled again, but Kyle wasn’t interested in them. The guy in low-slung board shorts and skin that didn’t look like it had ever seen the sun was much more interesting. He grinned impishly as he practiced going from lying down to standing up on the board. His long dark hair flopped over his eyes.

Roone glanced Kyle’s way, as if seeking approval.

Kyle nodded. Roone’s grin widened; then he looked away.

Had that been a look? Had he not been imagining the sizzle? A fling would go a long way to improving the holiday season. Or at least provide a distraction. Yeah, because they always worked out so well.

Kyle dragged his gaze back to the other students. He was not having any more one-night stands or go-nowhere flings. They were little more than sugar highs that left him with a craving for something more. He wanted what he’d never had, love.

Right, let’s get you lot wet. There were fifteen minutes left of the class. He was willing to bet that none of them would manage standing up on the board. If anyone stands up today, I’ll buy you a beer.

Adults were generally too worried about looking stupid to really try. But it was as funny as fuck to watch. He put his board in the water and walked out until the waves were lapping at his knees. Right. Come on, give it a shot.

He lay down, then got up and rode the next wave to show them it wasn’t that hard. It was barely a wave, more of a nudge closer to shore. Once class was over he was going to paddle out and have a proper surf. While conditions were perfect for beginners, it was a little tame for him, but still better than staying dry.

The six wannabe surfers waded awkwardly into the water.

No sharks, yar? one of the German girls asked.

No sharks. None had been sighted close in, and the beaches were patrolled. No one wanted another shark attack in Margaret River. It wasn’t good for tourism or his income… or the person getting bitten.

Roone lay on his board, tried to stand up, and then promptly fell off. Kyle swiftly splashed over, but the young man resurfaced, laughing. Kyle still offered his hand, even though it was clear Roone didn’t need help. Roone took it, his grip firm. His pale skin glistened as water streamed off him. He