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Sex and Candy
     

Sex and Candy

by A.J. Llewellyn
 

Jing dreams of a yuletide filled with sex and candy…but so far the upcoming Winter Fae festivities look to be filled with humbugs…

It isn't easy being the literal redheaded step-child of the grand Fairy King, Oberon. But frantically busy Jing, the Unseelie Court's only male sugar plum fairy, has a chance to redeem himself in Oberon's

Overview

Jing dreams of a yuletide filled with sex and candy…but so far the upcoming Winter Fae festivities look to be filled with humbugs…

It isn't easy being the literal redheaded step-child of the grand Fairy King, Oberon. But frantically busy Jing, the Unseelie Court's only male sugar plum fairy, has a chance to redeem himself in Oberon's eyes. All he has to do is invite a sexy, frolicsome guest to the annual Winter Fae Fest—a wicked, wanton holiday celebration.

When he happens upon a handsome, red-haired fairy in the forest, Jing senses a kindred spirit in the softly spoken William. The mysterious but captivating fairy at first declines Jing's invitation, then accepts.

At the festivities, however, Oberon recognises William as a Fire Fae and goes berserk. Fire faeries, who have a tendency to be tricksters and mischief makers, once set his pants ablaze and singed his hair and brows. Oberon sees William as being dangerous and subversive—a lunatic—and Fire Fae are not welcome.

William rushes to assure Jing he's not bad—he never wants to hurt anyone. He's just misunderstood…

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781781841594
Publisher:
Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date:
12/17/2012
Series:
Oberon's Court , #2
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
46
Sales rank:
1,165,334
File size:
190 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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Jing stared at himself in the mirror. He looked amazing in his new breeches made of white chocolate. It sort of made up for his stepfather, King Oberon of the Fairies, giving him the job of Sugar Plum Fairy. Jing was the only male Sugar Plum Fairy in the kingdom. He had to admit that in some ways it was fun. He got to wear gorgeous costumes made of amazing, yummy things to eat, but a man could only stomach so much spun sugar, chocolate, candy and cookies.

True, he got to dance and sing all day, amusing the Unseelie Court. He wasn’t much good at anything else, if he was honest about it.

He stuck a foot out, admiring the cool, snow cone effect of the delicate white chocolate. His white chocolate winkle pickers that adorned his feet even had marshmallow and chocolate buttons dusted in sugar. His mouth watered at the mere sight of them.

Look at me—I’m a delicious holiday treat! The winter Fae will love me!

It beat last year’s costume of a tea bag...

The one from two years ago made of coffee beans had eventually given him a headache, but if the seamstress fairy’s behaviour was anything to go by, the white chocolate was a hit.

She was kneeling beside him, sugar spinner in hand, nibbling at a white ribbon of the confection at his knee.

"Stop it, Ophie."

She gazed up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry, Jing. You’re just so tasty!" He smiled down at her. "Let’s hope the men think so tomorrow." He checked himself in the mirror again. Perfect—except for his hair. It was red, and no matter what he tried, it stuck out in sharp angles. A cock’s comb, his mother called it. Apparently his father had had the same problem. He’d disappeared under mysterious circumstances when Jing had been a baby. He barely remembered him. He had faint images of a thin elf singing songs...but that could have been anybody.

Nobody else in either family had hair like his, according to his mother, so Jing alone bore the brunt of endless jokes.

He was Oberon’s redheaded stepchild—in every single way.

"Hurry," Ophie said after doing some damage control, "the King has an announcement about this year’s festivities."

"Holy moly, I forgot about that. I’m always late." He hurried along the corridors of the King’s castle, Jing’s home for five years now. He could detect wafts of incredible smelling food from the kitchens. He itched to take a detour and sample Cookie’s menu. But he couldn’t. He was forever in trouble and he wished for once to make a decent impression.

He rounded a corner and could hear his stepfather’s voice. When he and his mother had taken up residence in the Royal Court, Jing had first been given the task of being Oberon’s chief advisor. When he had counselled him against investing in Fairy Facebook—which had later sold for millions of Satyr gold coins, the most prized in all the land—the King had not been impressed.

"I could be rich!" he’d bellowed.

"But you are rich," Jing had pointed out.

"You can never be too rich. I want more! More!"

Soon, Jing had found himself bouncing from one court-appointed position to another. His mother had been greatly relieved when he’d landed the job of Sugar Plum Fairy and had got along so well with the female fairies. And, as she was fond of pointing out, it kept him out of trouble...and he got to keep his clothes on.

Trouble. It followed Jing. Like a trail of ants, little problems nipped at his heels, no matter how hard he tried to lead a quiet, productive life. As he crept into the throne room, Oberon was droning in his ponderous way about his subjects’ proclivity to get drunk on ambrosia. The throne room’s holiday decor distracted Jing, whose gaze swept over the cavernous space. It looked amazing decorated in spun red sugar and toffee. The participants of the Winter Fae Fest held their collective breath. The lectures about booze were typical and slightly offensive considering that Oberon was the worst offender in the court. He was usually naked by noon, propositioning men and women, young and old. He considered presenting his subjects with his massive cock on a par with giving them a knighthood.

Everyone was excited about tomorrow’s pending celebrations and easily forgave their ruler for his annual speech. Jing tried not to fidget.

I do wish he wouldn’t go on so. He really is as boring as bat shit...

Meet the Author

A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.

A.J. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.

A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

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