I added Santa Baby Chapters 1- 18 to Wattpad with a temp cover.

I thought I’d get the first 18 chapters of Santa Baby out there. It’s still in first draft state with minimal editing. But hey, I’m looking for any and all feedback on this WIP! I also made a temp cover for it. Here we go! The link is below the cover.

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Santa Baby Chapters 1 – 18

Part of the fight scene from Chapter 19 of Santa Baby

I’m down to the last few words for Chapter 19 of Santa Baby. It’s a fight scene between the hero and the bad guy. I thought I’d post part of it here and see what kind of feed back I get. Good, bad, indifferent?

“Ah but it wasn’t your father he went after, Kringle.” His pale blue eyes twinkled in unholy glee. “Gramp’s went after your mother.”

Chris’s attention returned to what the man was saying at the mention of his mother. He tensed his eyes narrowing. He came to his feet, his hand dropping to his side. The only trace of his stab wound was a bloody hole in his shirt. Lost in his glee at taunting Chris, Frost didn’t notice his healed wound.

“My mother? He went after my mother?”

“Yeah.” Jackson nodded, sure that he was in control of the situation and wanting to inflect as much mental and emotional damage as he could. “Gramps discovered that if you kill the chosen one’s mate, he died right along with her.” He laughed at the stunned look on Chris’s face. “Looks like your old man didn’t tell you that when he retired, huh?” After a pause, he scowled. “Gramps failed. He tried to grab your mom on Christmas Eve when your dad was off doing all that Christmas shit. He’d gone alone, thinking one little human woman wouldn’t be a problem. But he was wrong.”

“She kicked his ass?” Chris asked, watching as Jackson waved the knife around as he spoke. It was time to end this, now. “Your whole family is nothing but screw-ups, and ass clowns!” He taunted, knowing it sounded juvenile but hoping to provoke the man into attacking him. He still thought Chris wounded. There was a gasp and a movement as Jamie stepped into the fringes of the lighted space. Behind Jackson, he saw Olson standing behind her, his hands wrapped around her forearms, holding her in place. What the hell!, he frowned, I told Sig to get her out of here! Thinking Chris distracted, Jackson snarled, launching himself at the other man, knife held low in one hand.

Chris’s eyes snapped back to the oncoming man, sidestepping at the last second before impact. His fist shot out connecting with Frost’s midsection, doubling the man over. He pivoted on one foot, ready for the next attack. Frost straightened, knife still in hand, his face twisted in rage.

“Afraid to fight me, Kringle?” Jackson panted out. He smiled mockingly at Chris. “Once I finish you, I’ll have her,” he gestured with a flick of the knife to where Jamie stood. “She’ll be screaming before I’m done with her.” He licked his lips as if just the idea of making her scream was turning him on. “And then she’ll die.”

“Like hell you will fucker.” Chris stated his voice clam and deadly. Frost may have been a cold bastard, but now ice ran through Chris’s veins. “It’s time to end this.”

“Time to end you-“ Jackson barked, lunging forward before feinting to the left, knife held low. Trying to draw Chris in that direction to counter his move, leaving his other side open for attack. Chris bent his knees, ready for the assault. He sidestepped right, trying to block the blow aimed at his belly. The knife sliced through his t-black shirt, blood welling from the shallow scratch it had made.

Letting his momentum carry him past his opponent, Chris twisted, coming up behind Jackson. He hooked one arm around the man’s neck, yanking his head back until he started to choke. His other arm reached out, his hand grabbing the wrist that held the bloody knife. His grasp tightened until there was an audible crunch as the bones in Jackson’s wrist fractured. The knife dropped to the hard floor with a loud clang. With his air supply cutoff the only sound that came from Jackson was gasping moan.

Excerpt from Santa Baby Chapter 19

Chris sprang toward Rudy, dropping to one knee as the dagger flew toward the prone man. He grunted at the burning pain in his left shoulder where the knife had embedded itself. His senses sharpened, he felt the air quiver around himself as Jackson charged at him.

“Fuck!” He groaned, surging to stand upright. He dropped his good shoulder, and barreled into the oncoming man’s midsection. Wrapping his arms around Jackson, Chris twisted his body, the action taking both men to the floor. He groaned as pain shoot through body from the knife wound. Ending up under Chris, Jackson’s head bounced off of the cement with a muted thud. Both men were stunned for a heartbeat. Blood dripped onto Jackson’s shirt from the knife buried in Chris’s shoulder, soaking into his shirt.

Jackson recovered first, grabbing at the knife in Chris’s shoulder and brutally yanking it out. Chris cursed under his breath, shuddering as pain shoot through him again. “Fucking asshole!” he grunted through clinched teeth. He rolled away just as Jackson swung the knife at his exposed back. Coming up on one knee, his right hand covering the stab wound in his shoulder, he tried to stop the bleeding. Eyes narrowed, he watched as the other man jumped to his feet, waving the knife in front of himself.

“Not so tough are you fucker?” Frost taunted his breathing rapid. Chris looked up from where knelt, one hand clutching his wound. The torn flesh under his hand tingled with warmth, slowing his blood loss and knitting sliced muscle and sinews back together. He grimaced at the slight stinging the healing created. He needed a minute or so before his shoulder would be healed enough to finish this. I need to keep him talking, he thought.

“Why now Frost?” He needed to keep the other man talking. “And why you?” The blood flow had stopped altogether under his hand. He needed Frost’s attention away from his wounded shoulder. “Why not your father or grandfather?”

Working on chapter 18. Here’s a excerpt.

I’m about 1/3 of the way through chapter 18. I can see the end in sight for Santa Baby. At least the first draft of the story. I’m really excited about this chapter. I’m hoping it says something about human nature when our loved ones are threatened. Enjoy this excerpt and feel free to leave comments!

After what could have been an hour or just minutes she heard a scraping sound from her left. Twisting her head, Jamie caught a movement in the shadows. A figure came into view, dragging something. Jackson Frost. But what is he dragging… floated through her mind, Oh my god, is that a body?

“Chris!” His name came out on a panicked crock. “No…no…no!” Her tear filled eyes followed Frost as he dragged the large body toward her, dropping it in front of where she stood chained. No! Please…not Chris. Please don’t let it be Chris! She cried silently. Her eyes took in the still form, bundled up in bulky outer wear, not registering for a minute the body’s size.

“No.” He sneered, kicking the body, so it rolled to its back. “It’s not Kringle.” Jamie’s eyes widened. It’s not Chris! Relief flashed through her mind for a second before recognition set in. She drew in a sharp breath, Oh my god!

“RUDY!” She gasped out. She strained to see if he was breathing. But the lack of light made it hard see if his chest moved under all the layers he wore. “Is he…please…tell me he’s not-“ her eyes came up to meet Frost’s pale cold blue gaze.

“Dead?” He finished for her. “No, he’s just drugged. I thought he’d make an excellent added incentive for Kringle when he arrives.” He looked, giving her a cold smile. “I used your phone to send him a picture of this one,” he nodded at Rudy’s form, “knowing it would add to his need to show up here.” He walked toward her, stopping just short of his body touching hers. His eyes glittered with a maniacal light as he looked down at her.