A Very Venom Christmas: RBMC: Ankeny IA

by Kristine Allen

  She leaned forward before I could close the door and bit my bottom lip, tugging on my piercings. “You sure you don’t want just one more?” she whispered hopefully.

  I growled. “Woman! I swear….”

  “I love you too.” She batted those baby blues at me, and I chuckled as I shook my head.

  When I rounded the hood and climbed into the driver seat, she was nervously tapping on the windowsill as she looked out through the glass.

  “What’s up with you?” I asked as I backed out of the driveway and headed down the road to the clubhouse where our family and friends waited.

  “Well, um,” she stuttered.

  “Spit it out. Aww hell, did you go and get me one of those black cakes? My teeth are gonna be all jacked up for days,” I bitched. When she didn’t reply, I shot a quick glance at her, then back to the blacktop.

  “You have almost nine months to make that appointment,” she said, so softly I barely heard her. I had to run what she’d said through my brain a few times before I slammed on the brakes, pulled off the road, and put the truck in park.

  For a few blessed seconds, everyone in the truck was silent. Pursing my lips, I drummed on the steering wheel.

  “Decker?” Loralei hesitantly asked as she watched me nervously.

  “Three kids in less than three years?” I asked in a deceptively calm voice.

  “Surprise!” she sang out with worry furrowing her brow.

  Blinking, I found myself speechless. Then the chuckle gurgled in my throat, and I busted out laughing.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered with an incredulous grin.

  She wrinkled her nose up in an adorable fashion. “Guess you had a lot of time to make up for?” Still uncertain, she shrugged. With a choked chuckle, I reached over to hook her neck and slam my lips to hers until I couldn’t breathe anymore.

  “I fucking love you,” I whispered against her kiss-swollen lips.

  “I love you too,” she said with a relieved tip of her mouth.

  “No more, though.”

  She waggled her brows, and my eyes narrowed.

  “Kidding!” she said. “Three is enough!”

  Though I’d been completely bowled over by her birthday announcement, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t secretly flex a bit at my manly potency.

  Old man, my ass, I thought with a slight puff to my chest.

  “Super sperm,” I said with a smug grin as she laughed her ass off.

  “Oh, Lord help us,” she said as she chortled the rest of the way to the clubhouse.

  The End

  Merry Christmas everyone! This has been one helluva a year. I hope that the brief forays into my literary worlds have at least been a welcome escape. Thank you to all my readers for your support, kind words, and laughs. Y’all keep me writing.

  I’m going to keep this one brief. Okay, as brief as I can.

  Brenda Keller with Stillhouse Images, you did a fantastic job on this image. I cannot thank you enough for taking this shot and putting up with me telling you exactly how I wanted him sitting. Damn demanding creative types. Bahaha! Good thing you love me. Keep shooting people. Haha!

  Martin, my handsome husband, thank you for gracing this cover and putting up with a whole ration of shit for it. I hereby christen thee Venom. You’ll likely never live this one down. Oops!

  Kristin and Pam, thank you for being my Betas and giving me input on Venom as we went along. Y’all are the bomb-diggity.

  To my Street Team, I bequeath you many thanks and much love. Heeheehee. You girls rock and I cannot thank you enough for your constant support by shoving my boys in front of the masses. Whynter, Pam, Chasity, Stephanie, Jessica, and Stracey, warm fuzzies from the bottom of my heart.

  Lou Gray with Gray Creations, where do I begin? First, thank you for being so amazingly patient with me as we struggled with just the right something special for this cover. Then we found the right image and BAM! Magic happened! I cannot wait to create more masterpieces with you! You’re awesome!

  Stacey with Champagne Designs, you are still a goddess. I’m blessed to have you in my corner. You make my pages come to life and they become true works of art!

  My forever last-but-never-least, is a massive thank you to America’s servicemen and women who protect our freedom on a daily basis. They do their duty, leaving their families for weeks, months, and years at a time, without asking for praise or thanks. I would also like to remind the readers that not all combat injuries are visible nor do they heal easily. These silent, wicked injuries wreak havoc on their minds and hearts while we go about our days completely oblivious. Thank you all for your service.

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  Mason’s Resolution

  Erik’s Absolution

  Kayde’s Temptation

  Straight Wicked Series

  Make Music With Me

  Snare My Heart

  No Treble Allowed

  String Me Up

  Demented Sons Series—Texas

  Lock and Load

  Styx and Stones

  Smoke and Mirrors

  Jax and Jokers

  Royal Bastards MC

  Voodoo: Royal Bastards Ankeny Chapter

  A Very Venom Christmas

  The Iced Series

  Hooking

  Kristine Allen lives in beautiful Central Texas with her adoring husband (hahaha). They have four brilliant, wacky and wonderful children. She is surrounded by twenty six acres, where her four horses, five dogs and six cats run the place. Kristine realized her dream of becoming a contemporary romance author after years of reading books like they were going out of style and having her own stories running rampant through her head. She works as a night nurse, but in stolen moments, taps out ideas and storylines until they culminate in characters and plots that pull her readers in and keep them entranced for hours.

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