by Linzi Basset
Unwrapped Hearts
Two Naughty Christmas Stories
Two Romantic Domination Novellas
By
Linzi Basset
&
Isabel James
Copyright © 2019 Linzi Basset/Isabel James - All rights reserved
UNWRAPPED HEARTS
Copyright © 2019 Linzi Basset/Isabel James
Published by Linzi Basset
Cover Design: Linzi Basset
These books are works of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writers’ imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Linzi Basset & Isabel James have asserted their rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this eBook/paperback only. No part of this eBook/paperback may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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Authors’ Note
Dear Reader,
We continue the tradition we started last year in two naughty Santa stories that we combine in one boxset for you.
Unwrapped Hearts is a special treat by Linzi and Isabel for a cold Christmas Eve … or any time of the year. These stories will tantalize your senses as you share the hot, sexy, and exciting journey of the lovers who found each other with the added magic of Christmas.
Please note: They are also available individually in e-book format only under their respective titles.
We wish you well and hope you will enjoy these stories.
Warmest regards,
Linzi Basset & Isabel James
Contents
Authors’ Note
Snowflake’s Spanking
Dedication
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Excerpt: Master Santa
Mistletoe Bride
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Excerpt: Santa’s Whip
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Dedication
I needed some assistance deciding on the location for this book and I turned to the members of my Facebook reader-and-fan-group, Linzi’s Luscious Lair.
They had some terrific suggestions and after I did some research, Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg in Tennessee were the perfect places for this Christmas story. I mean, where else could the lovers become lost to the rest of the world but somewhere in the Smoky Mountains in a luxury cottage caught in a blizzard … in front of a roaring fire on a bearskin rug?
Thank you to Denise Poteetee, Chasity Mahala, Lola Usery, and Rhonda Maricle Spencer who suggested Tennessee. I then asked for suggestions of towns and many voted for Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg, but I am going to mention them all!
Thank you, Charlotte Strickland, Kemberlee Snelling, Chasity Mahala, Crystal Shunk, Dana Edmond Thomas, Rhonda Tucker, Deborah Lee, Rhonda Maricle Spencer, and Tammy Long D'Angiolillo.
For the roaring fire and bearskin rug, thank you, Audra Ennis.
This hot and sizzling Christmas romance is dedicated to the lovely members of Linzi’s Luscious Lair! You are such terrific supporters.
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
It’s quickly becoming a tradition to bring a hot Christmas Dom story to you and this year is no different. Well, it is a little, as this story isn’t set in a club scenario … rather in the snowy hills of the Smoky Mountains.
The holiday season can bring with it love, joy, and happiness. Snowflake’s Spanking is the story of two people brought together by a snowstorm and an accident. Two people who, unbeknownst to them, shared a tragic past. This Christmas, in finding each other, could they bury the heartache and find love instead?
"One spanking? Just one?"
"For a start."
The man must be out of his mind if he believed for one second she'd set a foot inside his dungeon ... no matter that she owed him her life.
The last thing Riley Miller expected after she wrapped her car around a boulder in the Smoky Mountains was to wake up to a humongous mountain man. Much less that she would be stuck with him, in his house, until the storm passed. He discombobulated her at first glance, and his dulcet voice toggled a hidden part of her she never knew existed.
Trent Reeves didn't like people. For that matter, he was known as the Scrooge of Pigeon Forge. It suited him fine, he preferred solitude, especially during Christmas.
That is, until he saved the brunette who appeared so fragile, he named her Snowflake, but who he would soon learn had the potential to awaken the beast inside him and challenge the Dom with her sassiness.
With the beast pacing its cage, wanting a taste of Riley, Trent made no secret of his intentions as he exerted his Domination and introduced her to the pleasures a well delivered erotic spanking offered.
Would the mutual pain of the past keep them from the possibility of happiness or could they break down each other’s barriers and finally move forward—perhaps even fall in love—in time for Christmas?
Editor’s Note:
Instalove! That is how you will feel about this fast and furious romance among the snow—flakes. A sweet and utterly adorable culmination to the stories of this season, it will make you want to fall in love—and be spanked—for Christmas! Warf!
It was a wonderful story to write and with it comes the end of an amazing year of achieving my writing goals. I can’t thank all my fans enough for your support. You make this journey worthwhile.
Merry Christmas to you and your families.
Warm regards,
Linzi Basset
Chapter One
“I don’t think you should continue on to Pigeon Forge, Miss. The snow is already coming down and by the looks of those heavy clouds over the mountain, you’re going to be caught in a storm halfway there.”
Riley Miller cuddled the paper cup between her hands as she looked in the direction of the gas attendant’s crooked finger. She’d stopped for some gas and much needed caffeine in Sevierville. She needed a little punch of liquid energy to finish the last thirty minutes of the three-and-a-half-hour drive from Nashville t
o visit her aunt in Gatlinburg. A long past promise that circumstances urged her to honor and not postpone another year.
“Hm, you’re right, it does appear to be thickening,” she said. Her eyebrows drew together as she pondered her options. At the moment there were only snow flurries. The feathery flakes magically appeared from the sky like small snippets of confetti fluttering aimlessly to the ground.
“There’s a nice bed and breakfast around the corner. I’m sure they might have a room for you.” The graying man scratched his head as he noticed the pretty brunette’s hesitation. “Rather be safe than sorry, missy. The wind is already picking up and you don’t want to be caught in a blizzard on the mountain road between here and Gatlinburg.”
“No, I don’t, but Pigeon Forge is only fifteen minutes from here. Once I get there and the weather worsens, I’ll find a place to wait it out.”
“It’s your decision, missy, but we’ve been receiving blizzard warnings since this morning. They say it’s going to start overnight but looking at those clouds, I’m thinking it’s gonna hit us pretty soon.”
“I’ll be careful. Don’t worry about me, I grew up in these hills and I know how bad the blizzards can get.”
Riley handed over the bills for the gas and got into her sporty SUV. She offered the concerned man a broad smile.
“Thanks for your friendliness. It’s the one thing I miss in the big city. I better get going.”
“You be careful,” he cautioned. “And have a merry Christmas in Gatlinburg, missy.”
“You too.” She smiled and with a wave, pulled out of the gas station. “What a sweet old man,” she said as she noticed him staring after her in the rearview mirror.
His obvious concern drew her gaze to the sky. Thin sheets of cirrostratus clouds spread themselves across the sky, creating a pale, white appearance overhead. They were so thin they were translucent with the sun visible through the filmy sheets in the sky.
Riley searched her memory and recalled that these clouds usually came twelve to twenty-four hours before a period of heavy snow.
“It’s obviously where the snow flurries come from."
She switched on the windshield wipers and watched as the fluffy snowflakes gave way to its sweeping force.
“Not that I have any idea how long they’ve been in the sky. I didn’t pay attention until it started snowing a while back.”
Her eyes drifted to the thickening altostratus clouds over the Smoky Mountains. They appeared gloomy and swirled dangerously. Combined with the very poor visibility of the mountains from here, it was a sure sign of high winds that could very well speed up the arrival of the blizzard.
“Better haul ass then,” she muttered. She sipped the hot latte as she sped up. Blizzards were usually over in two hours in this region. She glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. Twelve-thirty, which meant if she at least made it to Pigeon Forge before the storm arrived, she could still drive through to Gatlinburg once it dissipated and be cozy in front of the fire enjoying a homecooked meal from her aunt.
“That’s if the roads are at all passable by then.”
She silently prayed that the storm held off until she reached the Bear Cave Lodge in Gatlinburg that her Aunt Sophie owned.
A smile of remembrance curved her lips. Growing up, she’d spent every school holiday there. It was the one place their family always got together to celebrate Christmas.
Riley’s face turned into a painful grimace as she realized she hadn’t been back there since her parents had passed away in a horrific accident on Christmas Eve, six years ago. They had been on their way to a thirtieth birthday party of one of their friend’s sons at the Forge Dream Resort and Spa in Pigeon Forge, when the driver of an oncoming vehicle lost control on a bend and skidded directly into them. The force of the collision caused both cars to spin out of control off the road and to careen over the shallow ravine, crashing into the Little Pigeon River. To this day, no one could find the reason for the explosion that had caused the death of her parents, the woman in the other car, and her three-year-old daughter. Riley never wished to find out who the woman was because, at the time, she had blamed her for her parents’ death.
It was a tragedy that had shaken the communities of Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg, as all of the deceased were known and loved by everyone in their respective communities.
Riley had stayed for her parents’ funeral after Christmas and went back to Nashville where she’d been living for eight years, trying to make ends meet in an industry at the time that had no sympathy for weakness or heartache. She hadn’t been back to Gatlinburg since their deaths six years ago, although she had stopped blaming the woman for the accident. Icy road spinouts happened all the time, no matter how careful the driver was.
“I wouldn't be here now either if I didn’t have to get away from that sleazeball,” she all but growled.
It had always been her dream to become a journalist, but there had been no opportunities in a small town such as Gatlinburg. Riley had gotten her journalism degree in Nashville and that was where she stayed. Hitting it big hadn’t been easy in the investigative journalism fields, which was where her dreams had taken her. She’d floundered from one newspaper and magazine to the next, looking for that one break but no one was prepared to give her a chance to prove herself. She’d gotten tired of covering menial stories and made the decision to turn her focus to the music industry after her parents’ death. It had been the wakeup call she’d needed. Life was unpredictable, short, and if she didn’t find something that made her happy, she might just as well throw in the towel on a journalism career.
She’d become intrigued by the hustle and bustle of the music industry when she’d covered the first live concert of the then up-and-coming country western singer, Jason Dunn, for the magazine where she worked at the time.
The Rolling Stone Magazine had seen her article and immediately made her a job offer. Riley didn't hesitate. It was the first time her talent had been noticed, and she’d be stupid not to jump at the opportunity they offered. That was how she’d morphed into a writer-journalist for the music scene. It was just as challenging, if not more so, than investigative journalism, to gather the latest news, do in-depth stories on recording artists, and editorialize on musical trends and social relevancy. She had thrown herself into the job with passion and wrote musical masterpieces to such an extent that she’d become known as the maestro of the Rolling Stone Magazine.
It meant staying close to the music scene and rubbing shoulders with musicians, artists, and producers, but Riley had taken it all in stride and thrived on the challenges the industry offered.
“If only I hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for Jason Dunn’s charm.” She could hear the crack in her voice. The vision of walking into his house, where she’d been living with him until five months ago, to find him in bed with one of his young backup singers, flashed through her mind.
“Stop wallowing in pretend grief, Riley. You know very well she actually did you a favor.”
Jason had actively pursued her from that first interview. Riley had been flattered but made it clear she wasn’t interested. In retrospect, she realized it was that challenge that had intensified his desire for her.
She withstood his charm for two years and then he caught her in a moment of weakness, on the anniversary of her parents’ death. At first, he was charming, loving, and made her laugh. It didn’t last. The cracks in their three-year relationship had been there for a long time. She’d struggled to adapt to Jason’s oppressive possessiveness, which had burst to the surface three months into their relationship.
He constantly checked up on her. Shouted and argued when she didn’t give him a minute by minute rendition of her day. It steadfastly grew worse, especially once she moved in with him. He suffocated her with his constant desire to be the center of her attention. He used sex as a measure to control her and that was the first mistake he made, as to her, it was an insult— that the value he placed on her as a person was
reduced to screwing her brains out every single night and not what she needed from him emotionally … or physically if she was honest with herself. He wanted her to be his personal journalist, reporting on every little nuance of, not only his career but his life. She refused, especially as his life included her and she had no desire to be in the limelight.
Riley had started covering artists away from home, which infuriated Jason, but she refused to budge.
“And of course, him sleeping around was all my fault. I wasn’t there, so what was he to do?” Riley imitated his voice in the same way he did when he’d flung those exact words at her. She was still shocked that he expected her to forgive and forget and carry on like nothing had happened.
“Especially after he admitted she was only one of many others over the past three years.” She shook her head and squinted through the windshield. His voice echoed through her mind.
“Those women don’t matter. It’s just sex, darling. It means nothing. You’re the one I love and will always treasure. It’s different with you. When I’m with you, it’s so much more than sex … it’s love. We make love, Riley, can’t you understand that?”
“I see. So, in other words, you won’t mind if I go around and have sex with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, as long as I come home and make love with you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not the same.”
“It’s not? Explain the difference to me then, Jason, because I honestly would like to know.”
That had been the conduit to a full-blown fight. He’d eventually stormed out in complete frustration because Riley refused to ‘see things his way.’
