The Girl From Christmas

Georgia St. Claire

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Eros, the God of Love, has a problem. To his surprise – and gratitude – his friend, Dominic Clausson has managed to bring together three couples into loving, lasting marriages. Now it's his time to pay up and what Dominic has asked in return is for him to give his special attention to Dominic’s cousin, Niccolo Clausson. Not a big deal, that’s what the God of Love does all the time – that is until he discovers that Niccolo is in love with a woman in a painting that was created over 250 years ago. To make things even more difficult, Dominic and Niccolo are both nephews and potential successors to Santa Claus and part of the supernatural community. This is not a match that can be taken lightly; he shudders to imagine the damage that could occur if the next Santa has the wrong Mrs. Claus. He’s got to get this right. Unfortunately, making matches for supernaturals is extra complicated because Destiny has a way of stepping in, trying to take control and interfering with the best laid plans...

Niccolo Clausson is content with his life as a volunteer curator at the museum for artist Pietro Longhi in Venice, Italy. He spends his days surrounded by images of his beloved Louisa, who was a frequent model in the paintings and then he is free during the holiday season to do his true work as a Santa Claus wherever he is assigned to go. Then, late one night he spots in the distance, a living tableau of his favorite painting featuring Louisa. As he watches in surprise and envy, two women enact a bit of mischief and are quickly captured and spanked by their victim. Niccolo hurries to get closer to see the one who resembles Louisa, but the trio is gone before he can reach them.

Lisa cannot believe how badly she has messed up a serendipitous meeting with a handsome, slightly loopy Italian man, who waves a real sword and shouts “Geronimo!” when coming to her rescue during an attempted mugging late on her last night in Venice. She has never felt such a strong connection to a man before. He is brave and kind and funny, so why did she just walk away from him?

Sujets

• Traditional marriage
• Fantasy (disambiguation)
• Opposites Attract
• Deference
• Power play
• Alpha (ethology)
• Obey
• Rule
• Power exchange
• North Pole
• Mythology
• BDSM
• Contemporary
• Dominant
• Santa
• Romance
• Christmas
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 02 décembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781682591871
• Langue: English

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The Girl from Christmas
Myths& Magic, Book Three
 
By
 
Georgia St. Claire
 
 
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Author’s Note
About Georgia St.Claire
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Chapter 1
 
 
Niccolo moved swiftly through the dark streets of hisadopted town. He had excellent night vision and a sharp memory so the sense ofwalking through a maze, that many people experienced when in Venice, wasn’t aproblem for him. He knew exactly where he was and the most direct course toreach his rooms. After all, it was a path that he had followed often over thepast several years. His heart was at the small museum where he was a volunteercurator; his rooms were on the other side of the small city, near the center ofall the major buildings and where everything important occurred, Piazza SanMarco. It was late; most of the permanent inhabitants had retired to theirhomes, leaving the streets to the tourists.
He’d have been home as well, enjoying a glass ofsomething nice while reading a book. But, instead, he had agreed to be the oneto open the museum and conduct a private tour for a high-powered wealthypotential donor whose schedule didn’t allow him to view the place during normalhours like everyone else. The man hadn’t bothered to acknowledge that he hadinconvenienced anyone or even to thank Niccolo for giving up his evening toaccommodate the request for a late night tour of the small townhouse that hadonce been the home of local favorite painter, Pietro Longhi and was now a smallmuseum, displaying his less famous works. The major works were in museums andart galleries around the world and apparently Mr. Agapos had been to see themall, working his way down to the pieces that he had come to view tonight.
Niccolo rubbed his hands together briskly against thelate winter cold as he strode rapidly along. He didn’t mind not being thanked.He was happy to give up an evening if it meant new funds coming into theprivately operated museum that was perpetually functioning on a shoestringbudget. He snorted softly at his thoughts; he was even starting to think inAmerican idioms, he should do fine during his next assignment in the States.But that was many months away, and for now, he could focus his attention on hisbeloved Louisa.
He knew Dominic was concerned about his obsession, ashis cousin called it, but Niccolo saw no reason to change. He wasn’t likely tobecome the next Santa; Dominic seemed to be on the lead candidate for that, andNiccolo was happy to remain as his main supporter. Dominic was married to anadorable little woman who was part elf and had begun displaying someinteresting abilities. They would most likely have children with strong magic,protecting the future of the family. Plus, he had three other cousins who couldalso marry and have offspring to keep the line strong. If he chose not to marryand to spend his life adoring a woman who had lived over 200 years ago, then itwas no one else’s business but his own.
His steps slowed as his mind’s eye recalled hisfavorite image of Louisa. It wasn’t often displayed, but Mr. Agapos had beeninsistent that he see everything and Niccolo had been instructed to do all hecould to please the man. So Niccolo had unlocked the special vault and they hadspent several hours going through every drawing, study and sketch that had beenpreserved. They had first toured the building and looked at all the oils thatwere on the walls throughout the house, along with many of the more completedrawings. But Longhi had been prolific and there were simply too many pieces todisplay them all. Plus many were merely a few strokes of pencil or charcoal onpaper and deemed of insufficient interest to be granted prime wall space wheninsurance rates were sky high. So they were kept in the vault.
There was a sheet of paper with several studies ofLouisa, mostly quick pencil sketches of Louisa’s hand or her foot or raisedeyebrow or mouth. Louisa was seen full on, in profile, and from behind, lookingover her shoulder at the viewer. This was the single most special item in themuseum, as far as Niccolo was concerned, and why he had worked for free for somany years. The artist had stockpiled drawings of close-ups of various parts ofher and posed in numerous positions and then had used these as filler in manyof his oil paintings and drawings meant to be seen by the public. Bits andpieces of Louisa could be found in many of Longhi’s works and Niccolo wasalways able to spot her. Rarely was she one of the featured subjects, but shewas often found in a crowd, or off in a corner and Niccolo’s eye was alwaysdrawn to her. His heart always recognized her and he knew that he could love noother woman.
He rounded the corner and entered the vast Piazza SanMarco. He had rooms off a much smaller square on the far side and he neverfailed to enjoy observing the people as he traversed the main touristattraction in the city. Tonight he could see that the dueling orchestras atcafes Florian and Quadri had finished playing and were in the process ofpacking up. There were still many small groups of people scattered among thetables that were filled during the daylight hours. Demand for a table was sogreat that the owners were able to collect rather high cover fees just forsitting down at one, along with hefty prices on the food and drink theyoffered. And business was good; both cafes had been in operation for a verylong time.
Niccolo’s heart leapt as his eyes were drawn to ascene on the other side of the broad expanse of tables. It was as if Longhi’spainting, The Tickle had come to life and Louisa was there in the flesh.Two women stood behind a man who was sitting sprawled in a chair. It was clearthat they were intent on achieving some act of mischief, their faces wereanimated and Niccolo fancied that he could hear their tinkling giggles carryingthrough the crisp clear winter air.
He increased his pace until he was almost on the vergeof breaking into a very undignified run. He obviously had his mind on Louisatonight and was projecting his thoughts onto random women. He needed to getclose enough to see the details of her face and know that it was not Louisa, orhe would not be able to sleep tonight.
The two women did something behind the back of theman; Niccolo wasn’t able to tell what it was. But the victim suddenly came upout of his chair with a roar and the women scattered. He snagged the nearestmischief- maker, the blonde that made Niccolo think ofLouisa, and promptly bent her over his hip, landing several sharp smacks on herbottom. He released her abruptly and stalked after the other woman, whom hequickly caught and pulled over his lap in a nearby chair for a slightly moresustained spanking. Then he claimed a hand from each woman and marched themtowards one of the many streets that exited from the piazza. They were gonebefore Niccolo could reach them.
Despite his frustration at missing a view of theirfaces, he couldn’t help but to chuckle as he remembered how each woman had usedher free hand to reach back and attempt to rub away the sting their quickspankings had earned them as they were led away. His cock stirred in envy.Lucky man, with two shapely bottoms to spank!
After a fruitless search around the table that thetrio had occupied, Niccolo was forced to admit that they hadn’t left behindanything that would identify them or help him track them down and he went hometo his empty bed for a long sleepless night.
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Two days later, Niccolo was crossing San Marco Piazzaagain, his eyes automatically going to the table where he had seen the womanwho had made him think of Louisa. He grumbled softly to himself that he’dprobably never be able to be in the area again without checking for her. He wasgrateful when a large tourist group moved by, breaking his line of sight. Itseemed that each year there were more and more special events just for thetourists to feel like they had experienced Carnevale. This group was no doubtoff to a special dinner and ball; many were staged by variouscompanies purely for the purpose of selli