Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Terrence isn’t worried about figuring out who his Secret Santa is…all the possibilities are fun. But he’s a little curious, especially when the card is signed by his Secret Santa Daddy. Okay, he’s definitely curious, but since it has to be one of the contractors currently rebuilding his kitchen…accidents happen…he’s not worried, but he is hoping it’s the grumpy one. Wait. What was his name again?
Enzo isn’t worried. He knows the slightly distractible little will figure things out eventually, and if he doesn’t, well, one of his cousins will help the cutie out. They find him just as fascinating as Enzo does, but finders keepers, so the cutie belongs to him. Besides, he’s the only Daddy in the group, so that’s going to work in his favor too. As long as he can get his mischievous little to actually try to guess who his Santa is.
When a Secret Santa brings presents and attention, a naughty cutie might need a push to help him remember that the best gifts need a Daddy to play with.
This holiday season is full of secrets. Secret Daddies that is. Follow a few of your favorite MM authors as they bring you tales of kisses, cuddles, and holiday cheer. Each Secret Santa Daddy Season Four book is a standalone and can be read in any order.
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Chapter 1
Terrence
“I have sexy news and weird news.” Sitting down across from Leander, I ignored his sigh. “Which do you want first?”
Cocking his head, he frowned. “Isn’t it supposed to be good news and bad news?”
“Yes, but that didn’t work in this situation, so I fixed it.” Sometimes words just needed to be more flexible.
Leander’s sigh came back. “What did you do?”
“Um, nothing out of the ordinary.” He always expected the worst when I started a story. He was definitely a glass half empty kind of guy.
Or glass half-filled with poison kind of guy since he watched so many true crime shows.
“That doesn’t narrow it down.” Frowning, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked a bit like some of my teachers in high school. “Confess and explain.”
He was so dramatic…and unfortunately not as hot as my teachers had been.
“Well, I told the tall one I could climb him like a monkey. I told the short one that he’d be a good body pillow. He’s just the right size and he wasn’t offended. I like short guys. They have a better center of gravity and can really pound you.” Leander looked like I’d offended someone, but the short guy had just grinned and strutted around the rest of the day.
What else?
I was forgetting something…I knew I should’ve taken notes.
“Oh, and I told the one who looks bored that I knew how to cheer him up. Honestly, that wasn’t meant to be as dirty as it came out.” Shrugging, I didn’t let it bother me. “But it came out, so I have to count it too.”
He was just so distracting.
“Oh, and I should probably add in the young one because he giggles every time I walk into a room. So I’ve done something.” I wasn’t sure what I’d done, though.
Leander rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t explain nearly as much as you think it does.”
“Really?” Hmm. “It doesn’t?”
What had I left out?
Oh.
“Okay, maybe I left out the important part. It’s just been a long week.” They started so early and I didn’t have the common sense to go to bed at a decent time. “I have a Secret Santa. It’s one of my contractors. But I don’t know which one.”
Leander’s donkey brays had me rolling my eyes. “Stop laughing.”
“I’m not going to agree to that.” Barely catching his breath, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Only you could end up in a situation this ridiculous.”
Ugh, he didn’t even know the full story yet.
“It’s worse. I don’t know which one it is and I was under the assumption they’re all straight.” It was very confusing. “They all have ex-girlfriends.”
I knew that because they gossiped and teased each other a lot.
A lot.
So I knew there were a variety of exes running around the area and some were crazier than others. The tall one liked spicy crazy. The short one liked shy girls that made him crazy. The giggler hadn’t dated nearly enough but he was still young. Oh, and my bored guy liked girls who were good with math and had too much common sense.
I wasn’t sure how that was bad but his tone and the rest of the guys’ laughter said it was tragic…and hilarious.
“They might be bi or they might be fucking with you.” Leander wasn’t as helpful as he thought if those were his only options.
“I really hope it’s not the fucking with me one. I need my kitchen remodel done at some point and I’d hate to keep going to the trouble of baking cookies for assholes.” My whole kitchen was in my laundry room, so it was a pain in the ass. “I like baking and I like watching them moan as they eat chocolate chip cookies. They pouted over raisins. They’re very dramatic.”
Leander barked out a laugh. “Takes one to know one.”
“I’m going to ignore that.” True or not, it was still rude. “You must’ve had a long day.”
“You do that and see if it helps figure out your Secret Santa.” Shaking his head, Leander looked like he was finally starting to take my problem seriously. “Are you sure you actually have a Secret Santa and didn’t just find someone’s to-do list?”
No.
“It was a Build-A-Bear with tools and a little contractor’s hat and the note was signed by my Secret Santa.” I was positive.
“Okay, well, that’s hard to misunderstand then.” He raised one eyebrow and looked at me skeptically. “But if anyone could, it’d be you.”
I wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer.
“And they all pretended not to know what it was when I found it on my dining room table when I came down for breakfast this morning.” That had been suspicious. “No one breaks into your house to be a Secret Santa. Even that guy who was arrested for stalking said I was too annoying to make it enjoyable.”