Fill Her With Holiday Spirit: Fey Holidays, #3

By Zenobia Renquist

He is the spirit of Christmas, and after meeting her, he wants her to make him come more than once a year.

 

The Spirit of Christmas should be a joyous person who can spread happiness around the world. Spir is anything but. His mood is as dark as the black clothes he wears. Danette is hired to change his clothing in hopes that his attitude will follow. Spir doesn't want to cooperate. When she finally gets him out of his clothes, Danette discovers something harder than her job and much more enjoyable.

 

NOTE: This title is previously published Decorating Spirit (Santa's Helpers).

• Language: English
• Publisher: DZRB Books
• Release date: Dec 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9781634750745

Zenobia Renquist

Whether as D. Reneé Bagby or Zenobia Renquist, Reneé lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Maryland living with her husband and two cats. She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she's accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn't have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers. On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Reneé likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain mail weave.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

The dress was beautifully made, and Danette wished she was the one intended to wear it. Buttons from the neck to the floor, the dusk rose-colored sundress had a scoop neck, half sleeves and a flowing skirt. The main attraction was the open basket weave design that started below the bust line and extended down to the top of the wearer’s hips, leaving most of the upper torso semi-exposed. It was perfect.

It’s a circus tent. I’m not wearing it, Alex snapped.

Danette prayed for strength. She changed her prayer two seconds later to patience. With strength, she might strangle her friend. She tossed her head, which sent her long, black ponytail wagging. Alex, the elves spent a good amount of time making this dress. You will wear it.

No, I won’t. It goes to the floor. I never wear anything that goes past my thighs.

When you were a stripper, that was ideal. Now that you’re Mrs. Claus, you need to start dressing appropriately. You’re going to wear this dress.

I didn’t bring you here to bully me.

No, you brought me to this fairy tale dream snow palace in the North Pole to witness the birth of your very beautiful daughter Belle.

Belle cooed and waved her little arms. Danette thought the little girl was too young at two months to recognize her name, but it was cute thinking she had.

Alex and Kris’s daughter took more after her father than her mother. Except for her light brown skin, she resembled a fey child with her wide, jewel-blue eyes that matched her father’s and long pointed ears. Ears Kris promised would get longer as she got older. Since Kris’s ears extended to the top of his head, Danette didn’t doubt him.

But then, who would presume to doubt Kris Kringle, otherwise known as Santa Claus?

Kris looked nothing like the jolly fat man Danette had grown up with when she first met him. The image of Santa everyone knew and loved was a glamor he wore for Christmas. The rest of the year, Kris was tall, toned, and handsome. His platinum hair hung past his shoulders, he had a pointed goatee, and wore casual suits in either red or green.

The man defined suave while his wife, Danette’s longtime best friend, could be found in street walker chic. Getting Alex to change her manner of dress had turned out to be a bigger task than both Danette and Kris first thought.