Sam has an unusual interest in humans--well, considering she’s a fairy of fate whose profession it is to determine their futures, it’s no wonder! But it isn’t just Karma she’s curious about... Sam has what her fairy-pal Alex thinks is an inordinate and rather wanton interest in certain biological aspects of human behavior--most notably, s-e-x.

When Sam’s job leads her into the path of a handsome man who rocks her world, Sam’s interest becomes obsession. Alex reminds her that fairies get one Christmas wish -- will Sam consider using hers to become human to experience one night of bliss?

When things become even more complicated--Sam discovers that Drew, the sexy stranger she’s been fantasizing about, can actually see her--Sam finds herself immersed in a complex and tangled web of human experience. She has to make a choice that will teach her a twisted lesson in fate, ultimately change the course of human existence and even reveal the origin of Santa Claus!

Warnings: This title contains graphic sex acts and strong language.

Word Count: 17,772

ALSO AVAILABLE IN PRINT

EXCERPT:

Cats are the worst. It’s the wings. They love to play with the damned wings. I can’t count how many times, out of nowhere, I’ve become some feline’s personal play toy. You’d think I’d been rolling in catnip, the way they come after me!

One minute, I’m just sitting here minding my own business—okay, so I’m minding someone else’s business—perched on the footboard and watching the show, and the next minute—wham! Now I’m rolling around on the bed with Anna and her new Beau, except they’re having a good old time, and I’m trying to save myself from Fluffy’s claws!

“Beau, put him out,” Anna begs.

Brilliant idea! The damned cat’s got my wing pinned and he’s about to pounce on my head! I’m flopping like a landed fish and the cat’s tail is swishing like mad when Beau grabs him by the scruff of the neck. Just in time! I stick my tongue out at the cat and shake off my wings while he hisses and spits and sails out the door.

“Where were we?” Beau climbs back into bed and dives under the covers, making Anna giggle wildly at first, until she begins to moan.

Damned comforter! I give her a little “push,” and she kicks off the covers, revealing the spread of her hips under his hands and the swell of her breasts with their hard, dark nipples. His face is buried between her legs, and he’s making those noises, like he’s eating something sinfully delicious.

Anna is rolling her hips, her eyes closed, her fingers gripping his head, guiding his tongue. The cat’s mewing on the other side of the door, but they’re both oblivious, of course. I’ve got that funny feeling in my belly again, and I’m thinking about what Alex said the other day. I haven’t gotten up the nerve to go back… to the man who could see me. Okay, so I flew by his window and peeked in, but it was dark, and I couldn’t see anything.

“Beau, yes, oh god!” She gasps and squirms, spreading her thighs wider and pressing up against his mouth in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Her head goes back and forth, side to side, and she’s making this noise in her throat, not unlike the cat outside of the door. When her body stiffens and threatens to buck right out of his hands, he grips her ass, his mouth fastened tight between her legs, his eyes dark and full of lust as she shudders and quakes.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she breathes as he kisses his way up her belly. She clutches him tight, reaching between them to find his cock. I can’t see well enough, now, and I float down toward the mattress, moving off to the side so I can watch them join together. She strokes him, squeezing, and I watch his face—that look of bliss as she slides him between her pussy lips, guiding him inside.

Their eyes meet, and there it is, that low communication, something passing between them, unsaid, but completely understood. It hasn’t even been long, a few weeks since they met, but they are deeply connected in this moment. Is it possible, I wonder, watching them move, their hips rocking in a slow-building rhythm. Is it possible to feel it so quickly, to have that instant feeling of euphoria with someone you hardly knew?

The cat’s scratching at the door now, still mewing like mad, but they’re kissing, completely oblivious to anything but one another, whispering things, urging each other on. His thrusts become deeper, faster, and her nails dig into the flesh of his back, making him arch into her…