Santa Baby, A Christmas Short Story
by J.C. Valentine
Publication Date: December 6, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Short Story, Holiday, Steamy, Romance
Santa Baby: A Chritmas Short Story by J.C. Valentine
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
SANTA BABY: A CHRISTMAS SHORT STORY is just as the title says, it’s a holiday story that will take you maybe an hour or so to read.
Sunny isn’t a Grinch when it comes to the holidays but when she’s coerced into playing Mrs. Claus for the Children’s hospital (and forced to wear a not so kid friendly outfit), she finds herself face to face with her ex boyfriend. Could this be a second chance for her and Kyle?
Novellas are always a bit “iffy” for me. I tend to gravitate towards character driven books and of course, because of the length of a short story, there’s simply not enough time to connect with the characters, which is what happened with this book. It was also written completely from Sunny’s POV so there was very little connection to Kyle at all for me!
So why did I give it 4 stars? Well, in a nutshell, Ms. Valentine wrote a fun, swexy, flirty, feel good kind of story! It has the potential to be a fabulous full length book if you threw in Kyle’s POV and honestly it was an hour’s worth of Christmas entertainment that was lighthearted and well…MERRY!
You’ll enjoy this one if you’re looking for something easy going and quick to read for the holidays! Told from Sunny’s POV with a JOLLY ending. I voluntarily read and reviewed this book.
SANTA BABY EXCERPT
How did I get talked into this? Looking back, I know exactly where things went sideways. I should have skipped that last mimosa.
It started with Robertas retirement party. She wasnt exactly the likable sortkind of stodgy, rigid. But she was also like everyones grandmother, which is why everyone tolerated her. That and she made an amazing pineapple upside-down cake that made everyone look forward to the monthly potluck.
I would miss those cakes, but Roberta was eloping with some Polynesian guy shed met in one of those outdoor yoga sessions, and apparently, it was love at first downward dog.
Seventy-year-old Roberta found love, and here I am, thirty-four, single as a Pringle, and not a prospect in sight. Hence the drinking. And also why Im standing here in front of the storage closet while Travis rummages through dusty old boxes to find the Santa outfit I somehow got roped into wearing.
I am severely displeased.
The first thing I did when I arrived at the office this morning while nursing a hangover was tried to get out of it. Travis wouldnt hear of it. Apparently, every year they get some poor schmuck to agree to dress up and play Santato the kids down at the childrens hospital, and it usually falls to the newest member of the team.
Since I was hired in just after the New Year, that poor, unsuspecting fool happens to be me.
Plus, Im the only one, supposedly, who doesnt have out-of-town plans. Im it by default on more than one level.
I snap to attention as Travis climbs over boxes on his way over to me, holding a mass of red fabric over his head like a trophy.
I groan, depressed at the thought of having to put that thing on. I can already smell the mothballs. Just what I need to make it look like I put on an extra fifty pounds instead of ten. Its a holiday tradition, eating cookies and fudge and pies. My sweet tooth cannot be denied, so every year I pack on a little extra insulation to get me through the cold winter months.
Travis gives me a flirty smile and wink as he hands over what I now realize is a lot less red than Id originally thought. Youll look anything but fat in this, trust me.
The way he said that makes me completely distrustful of him. Narrowing my eyes, I reluctantly accept the offering, shaking it out as I say suspiciously, What is that supposed to meoh
This is not the Santa suit Id expected. Itswell I think you went to the wrong costume shop, little buddy, I say sarcastically, because this has to be a joke. I think you need to go back in there and find the rest of it.
Traviss smile is positively wicked now. That is the rest of it.
My eyes widen, and I look at it again. Where did you find this thing, Strippers R Us? I cant wear this!
Like the asshole big-brother-type that he is, Travis playfully pokes the end of my nose. You sure can, hon, and youll do it with a smile on your face and merry little laugh, too. Closing up the closet, he locks it back up and brushes by me. Make sure you dry-clean that thing before you put it on. Its been around the block a few times.
His mockingly jolly laugh makes me want to sprint after him, tackle him to the floor and jab my elbow into his ribs a few times. But as much as we were all family, office violence was just as frowned upon by human resources as workplace romances.
Id just have to find my revenge another way. Until I did, it looked as though I was cursed to play Mrs. Santa.
ABOUT J.C. VALENTINE
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isnt sorry.
Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelors in English and when she isnt writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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Love your review! I need to read more Christmas books!
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Thanks Caro, this was my first Christmas read this year!🎅
I need to pick it up!!!
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