Twas the night before Christmas and she wrote a letter, asking Santa to make her love life much better. The handcuffs and garters were all hung with care, waiting for the right man with whom she could share...
Domestic violence counselor Maria Perez is tired of being on the nice list. She wants to be naughty. When a letter to Santa falls into the hands of Detective Colin Maguire, the man who inspires her deepest, darkest fantasies, Colin sets out to make every one of Maria's kinky Christmas wishes come true.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Holiday Bound by Jaci Burton
Maria Perez glanced at the note addressed to Santa Claus and knew right away who'd pulled a practical joke on her.
Joan. She shook her head and searched the office. Figured the blonde tart would be in hiding. No doubt in the ladies room laughing her ass off.
Okay, Joan. It's a week before Christmas and I'm loaded with holiday spirit. I'll play along. Otherwise I'd be kicking your butt right now.
She moved the files on her desk screaming for her attention. She so didn't have time for this. Five minutes was all she'd take for this ridiculous frivolity. The note was handwritten and Joan hadn't even bothered to try and hide her telltale scrawl.
My Christmas wish isn't for myself this year. It's for my best friend, Maria Perez. You see, Maria has a very special wish. She wants a tall, dark, handsome man to do wicked things to her. Things like handcuffing her, tying her up, spanking her and fulfilling every dark, delicious sexual fantasy she harbors in her naughty little mind.
Please grant my wish, Santa, because my beautiful friend Maria is too stupid to go for it on her own. In fact, why don't you give her that hot Detective Colin Maguire she's been lusting after the past two years? You know who I'm talking about? The one who hangs out at her desk every time he stops in our office to retrieve a file or talk about a case? The one who looks at Maria as if he'd like to lick her all over like a candy cane? You see, Santa, everyone knows Colin has the hots for Maria and Maria wants Colin, but she won't give him the time of day and Colin won't make the first move, even though this little elf would wager Colin has just what it takes to fulfill Maria's every perverted little wish.
So what do you say, Santa? Shouldn't this be the year someone makes Maria's Christmas wishes come true?
Your loyal elf,
"What's got you so hot and bothered?"
Maria dropped the letter like it was on fire. The subject of the letter, as well as her every fantasy, leaned against her desk, looking down at her with his steely gray eyes and that sexy half-smile that never failed to wet her panties.
Colin Maguire. Good God, timing was everything, wasn't it? She shoved the letter into the stack of client files, mentally damning Joan for all eternity. Her friend was going to pay for this. "Nothing. Just a note that got me pretty heated."
Colin shook his head and shifted, perching on the edge of her desk. God he smelled good. Crisp, like he had just showered. Whatever soap he used should be outlawed because she wanted to bury her nose in his neck. Or maybe his crotch. Hell, anywhere in his general vicinity would be good.
"You've got to stop taking every case personally, Maria. This job will eat you alive otherwise."
Switching her thoughts to something less libidinous, she said, "Someone has to take it personally, Colin. And if I don't care about these women, then who will? The City of Los Angeles doesn't care enough to see that these women's husbands and boyfriends don't beat them half to death. Nine times out of ten the guy is back on the street an hour after you arrest him. And then right back in the home beating the hell out of the woman who called the cops on them. Or worse."
Colin winced. "I know, babe. I'm doing the best I can."
Maria blew out a sigh of frustration. "I'm not blaming you. Your hands are tied just like mine." She and Colin had this conversation regularly. Her job as a counselor for Domestic Violence Services and his as a detective thrust them together a lot. It also meant their cases weren't often successful ones with happy endings.
Which meant she needed to focus on her job and less on her nonexistent sex life. Damn that Joan, anyway. Maria had no business thinking about that kind of sex. Kinky, perverted, the kind of sex the women she counseled sometimes endured. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? She was one sick puppy.
"Earth to Maria. Are you in there?"
"Huh?" Her face flamed as she realized Colin continued to stare at her. "I'm so sorry. My mind is elsewhere today." Like in the gutter.
"I need the Delgado file. DA said there's talk of a plea bargain in return for counseling."
"Great. If he agrees to counseling we're a step ahead of most of the assholes we deal with. Sylvia will breathe a sigh of relief when I tell her. Carl can be one mean sonofabitch when he's drinking, but he's an angel when he's sober."
"He's a mean sonofabitch who doesn't want to do prison time. He likes to dish it out, but he's scared as hell at the thought of taking it."
"One of those," she said, rolling her eyes." She looked through the stack on her desk and pulled Sylvia's file, handing it to him.
He slipped it under his arm and nodded. "I'll have it back to you tomorrow."
"No problem. I was just going to file it in pending anyway. Paperwork's up to date."
"Great. I'll see you then."
As usual, she couldn't help but watch him walk away.