Sexting with Santa: A Christmas Love Story

by Jane Colt

Overview

An overheard secret Christmas fantasy by the wrong—or is it the right?—person. A conniving ex-husband. Is there enough holiday magic to get out lovers to happily after?

Suffering from post-divorce doldrums, third grade teacher Sasha West is dragged to San Francisco by her BFF for a girls’ weekend to boost her spirits. Literally pushed into a sex toy shop where “naughty girls” tell a hot Santa their sexy Christmas Wish, she describes in tantalizing detail her fantasy featuring the school’s Adonis-like Phys Ed teacher, former pro quarterback Rick Hanschiffern. Sasha doesn’t realize, however, that she’s sitting on the lap of the star of her lusty dreams!

Rick has been secretly in love with Sasha since he first met her and hopes he now has a chance. The challenge. How to get her to see him as more than a jock, while fueling her fantasies—but make sure she doesn’t find out he was Santa? His solution. Let her see what a great guy ‘Rick’ is at school, while ‘Santa’ keeps her titillated through a campaign of sexy texting and provocative dares.

The combination of ‘Nice Rick’ and ‘Naughty Santa’ works at first. As Sasha gets to know the real Rick, she falls for the handsome athlete. And sexting with Santa brings Sexy Sasha back to life.

Then everything goes wrong.

Sasha’s conniving ex-husband shows up and swears he’s a changed man. (He isn’t!) She thinks Rick has a girlfriend. (He doesn’t!) She discovers he’s ‘Santa.’ (OK, he did hide that.) He learns she was seeing her ex behind his back. (So, she’s guilty, too.) Both are heartbroken.

Is there enough Christmas magic to get our lovers to ‘happily ever after’?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781839434624
Publisher:	Fictionwide
Publication date:	11/09/2020
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	217
File size:	520 KB

About the Author

Jane Colt began writing romances to deal with the stress of a ‘day job’ that’s mainly about examining the various ways people treat one another badly. An incurable romantic, her stories give her hope that we really can live happily ever after—even if only in our imaginations. She writes erotic romances because, having been raised in a morally rigid home, she wants to encourage in her readers a healthier, ‘sex positive’ outlook. She especially wants her heroines to be as sexy and passionate as they desire. You can count on the fact that her couples end up in love and having great sex! … OK, maybe they have the sex first!

Her stories aim to be light-hearted, fun, upbeat—and sexy! No dark, brooding, broken, tortured guys who need fixing. Just great, handsome, smart, sexy, ‘real men’ whose only weakness is being unable to resist the women she pairs them with. Think Lifetime or Hallmark movies plus hot sex!

She’s lived on both coasts of the U.S., recently leaving the beaches of Los Angeles to return home to the glorious autumn foliage of western Massachusetts. Married, she and her spouse are happy to be the devoted servants of two adorable cats. She loves traveling. Favorite cities: San Francisco, Boston, Venice, London, London, London!

By the way, anyone who knows her would be shocked to learn she writes erotic romances. “Jane Colt” is a pen name. So, shhhhhh.

Read an Excerpt

Copyright © Jane Colt 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Sasha balked at going in. “I can’t believe you want us to do this, Jess. This is outrageous even for you.”

The two stylishly dressed women stood in front of the hot pink door of a very particular specialty store Sasha never imagined she’d be shopping in. ‘It’s a Girl Thing’—the famous female-friendly ‘toy shop’ in San Francisco. And the store was having a special Christmas event.

Her tall blonde companion gave her a naughty smile. “Did I say us, Sweetie? I meant you. I’m just here to shop. You’re the one seeing Santa.”

Sasha took a step back. “Just me? No. This was your idea, remember? I said I’d do it only if you did. You said you would.”

“So I lied, Miss Candy Pants. We’ve got to get you into the holiday spirit. You’re usually the one nagging me to start thinking about Christmas as soon as Halloween is over. It’s mid-November, and you’ve done nothing Christmasy. The point of our little adventure is to put some jolly in your panties. Here. Put this on.”

Jessica pulled two Santa hats out of her bag. The one she handed Sasha was embroidered with, “Naughty girl. Spank me!”

Sasha laughed. “I will not wear that!”

“Fine,” she smiled coyly. “That’ll be mine. You get this one.”

The other read, “Holiday Ho! Unwrap me!”

Sasha gave her a warm smile. “I love you, Jess. I know what you’re doing. It’s really sweet. But not today.” She looked at the store window filled with everything from frilly lingerie to handcuffs and vibrators guaranteed to manage any angle a girl could need. She didn’t feel a thing. “It’s still too soon. Right after New Year’s. I promise.”

“I know it’s tough to get back in the swim, Sash,” Jessica took her friend’s hand. “But your divorce has been final for months. It’s time for your ‘Girls just want to have fun’ phase. And who better to make you feel good than Santa? Think of this as a practice run to warm you up so you can get your coochie back in the game. How long has it been?”

Sasha grimaced. She pretended not to hear the question. A clanging bell saved her. She pointed up the hill, “Look, a cable car! We need to do that!”

Jess wrapped her arms around her and squeezed. “I hate that man. I just hate him. I swear he put ‘sexy Sasha’ into cold storage. But we’re going to thaw you out.” She put the “Naughty girl” cap on her friend and spun her around so she was facing the door. “You know I’m only doing this for your own good, Sweetie. So, get in there. And if it’s too soon to ask Santa for true love, tell him you’ll settle for some great sex.” She spanked Sasha’s behind as she pushed her now giggling friend into the store.

The fact that Sasha offered no resistance was because the BFFs had just come from a long brunch at which the main course was mimosas. As they sat on the outdoor patio overlooking Union Square admiring the sparkling Christmas tree on the brilliantly sunny, but chilly morning, Jess kept ordering more drinks. The point was to perk up her friend’s spirits and lower her resistance, although she told Sasha it was to fortify them against the cold. “I’m a science teacher,” she said seriously. “Champagne has a very special anti-inhibitory, anti-frosty property. Drink up. Would I lie?” It didn’t hurt Jessica’s plan that Sasha was a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

Jess had been there so much for Sasha during her divorce that she vowed to do her best to go along with whatever her friend had in store for her. Once inside the shop, however, her mood tanked again. Despite the vibrators, dildos, hot pink playful lingerie and assorted sex toys galore, she was painfully aware that she still didn’t feel the least bit sexy. I’m just a pathetic divorcée who couldn’t even keep her husband interested. I used to be ‘sexy Sasha.’ Where did that girl go? And is she gone for good?

It was as though Jessica could read her mind. She put her arm around Sasha’s shoulder and squeezed warmly. “Trust me, kiddo. You’ll get your mojo back. Matthew treated you so poorly, he blew out your pilot light. We’re here to relight it.”