Check out this new release from Chris McHart for a Christmas read with a little kink 🙂
When work requires Ryan to leave behind warm and sunny Arizona for cold and snowy Germany, he decides to visit the famous Nuremberg Christmas Market where he meets sexy Julian.
But Julian isn’t an average guy, he’s a Dom. And he wants Ryan to be his sub.
That’s something Ryan has dreamt of, but never admitted to anyone, not even himself. With Julian it suddenly becomes possible.
But what happens once Ryan has to go home, especially since he’s developing feelings for Julian?
There isn’t a future for a relationship if you’re half a world apart…
The seller returned the change with a big smile. “I wish you a nice evening in Nürnberg. Enjoy our Christkindles Markt.”
I beamed at him, throwing in a tad of flirtation just because I felt like it, and stepped aside to make room for a group of Japanese tourists. At least twenty of them surrounded the booth, all with the same hats, cameras around their necks, chatting animatedly with each other and trying to buy their food. Their German was as nonexistent as mine, and the seller seemed to be quite challenged with keeping up with their attempts to purchase something to eat.
I bit into my sausages, my eyes still on the tourists and the sexy seller in front of me. I chewed and fuck! What the hell? They tasted like…sawdust? The texture was dry enough to indicate wood was indeed a huge part of the ingredients. Ugh. How could he sell this shit? I forced it down my throat, then took another, more careful bite. It was still awful. I reached for the mustard standing ready, and squeezed some on the roll, then tried it again. Now they were like sawdust with mustard. Heavens. I just spent over six dollars for a freaking bad sausage roll. Great. Fucking great.
I threw the rest into the trash. No way was I going to eat that.
I glared at the seller. The smirk of the man left no doubt that he knew exactly how disgusting the sausages were. Arrogant asshole, even if he was handsome. An easy, mischievous smile on his lips, his dark blue eyes sparkled as he stared back at me. “Sorry,” he mouthed.
Chris McHart is from Germany and while an accountant, writing is Chris’s real passion. Chris likes to spend time with family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking.
Whenever Chris has a free minute, it’s spent writing on a laptop, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the world Chris’s muses have created.
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