Holly Lindquist’s new boss designs sex toys for a living. Beautiful ones. Award-winning ones. Hand-blown-glass, medical-grade-silicone works of art displayed on frosted shelves like they belong in a museum instead of somebody’s nightstand drawer.
As his personal assistant, Holly manages his calendar, fields his calls, and absolutely does not stare at his hands while he sketches new prototypes. She also does not think about the little hum he makes when he’s concentrating, or the fact that his holiday collection has gone viral and half the internet is calling him Daddy Christmas. She is being extremely professional about all of it.
Then his product tester quits three weeks before launch, and Holly somehow becomes the solution.
There’s a questionnaire. Scored criteria. A numerical scale for pressure, angle, intensity, and ease of use. Clinical, her boss calls it, which is a very reassuring word until Holly is taking home something he designed, having an orgasm so good she forgets the question, then sitting across from him the next morning while he reads her notes.
And actually uses them.
Soon she’s testing the entire holiday collection, he’s asking increasingly specific questions about what she likes, and Holly is discovering there are only so many times a woman can discuss orgasm quality with her gorgeous boss before workplace boundaries begin to feel more like a fun suggestion.
Then she answers his FaceTime call while testing a prototype.
Ignoring her boss would have been rude. Answering him naked might be worse.
Daddy Christmas is a spicy boss/assistant holiday novella featuring a cinnamon-roll sex-toy designer, a heroine with excellent product instincts and catastrophic timing, a candy cane that is definitely not for eating, and a Christmas Eve that earns every single star on the questionnaire.
Genre: Romance
As his personal assistant, Holly manages his calendar, fields his calls, and absolutely does not stare at his hands while he sketches new prototypes. She also does not think about the little hum he makes when he’s concentrating, or the fact that his holiday collection has gone viral and half the internet is calling him Daddy Christmas. She is being extremely professional about all of it.
Then his product tester quits three weeks before launch, and Holly somehow becomes the solution.
There’s a questionnaire. Scored criteria. A numerical scale for pressure, angle, intensity, and ease of use. Clinical, her boss calls it, which is a very reassuring word until Holly is taking home something he designed, having an orgasm so good she forgets the question, then sitting across from him the next morning while he reads her notes.
And actually uses them.
Soon she’s testing the entire holiday collection, he’s asking increasingly specific questions about what she likes, and Holly is discovering there are only so many times a woman can discuss orgasm quality with her gorgeous boss before workplace boundaries begin to feel more like a fun suggestion.
Then she answers his FaceTime call while testing a prototype.
Ignoring her boss would have been rude. Answering him naked might be worse.
Daddy Christmas is a spicy boss/assistant holiday novella featuring a cinnamon-roll sex-toy designer, a heroine with excellent product instincts and catastrophic timing, a candy cane that is definitely not for eating, and a Christmas Eve that earns every single star on the questionnaire.
Genre: Romance