Oh, Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle all the
Oh what fun it
is to watch
What do you do
with a two-hundred-pound stripping Santa who's freezing his jingle balls off?
Warm him up and drop him into your hot tub, what else? Then make very sure
he's completely thawed out...
before Christmas, Ruth's new neighbors pay Ruth a little visit, giving her a
Christmas she'll never forget. Granted, vampires and werewolves aren't all
that interested in Christmas. But they certainly know how to appreciate a
pretty woman -- especially one who's feisty enough to stand up to both of
shop, Jingle Buns, which Daniella owns with her friends in Chicago, is a great
success. But her heart's been broken often enough she's sure she'll spend her
life alone. Her friends, however, refuse to give up. The German tourist,
Maximilian Arnalt, will be perfect for Daniella. After all, everybody knows
many Germans like kinky sex. The one thing they don't know is that
Maximilian's a vampire.
collection contains the previously released novellas Jingle Balls, Jingle
Bites, and Jingle Buns.
Becker should have a great life. The pastry shoppe, Jingle Buns, that she owns
with her closest friends in Chicago is a great success. She’s young, pretty and
attracts the interest of more than a few men — attracts their interest but then
loses it because of small birth defect that frightens them away. Her heart has
been broken often enough that she’s sure she’ll spend her life alone. Her
friends, the Yuu siblings, however, refuse to give up and decide to find a man
who will appreciate her natural endowment. And there just happens be a tourist
from Germany, Maximilian Arnalt,
who’s discovered their pastry
shoppe. They’re sure he’ll be perfect for her. After all, everybody knows many
Germans like kinky sex.
The one thing they
don’t know is that Maximilian is a vampire.
He discovers that
Daniella is just as delicious as her pastries.
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For All Seasons
unforgettable Erotic Tales to warm your nights
and keep you in holiday spirits all year long!
Knight – A Vampire Christmas
Sahara Kelly – A Christmas Pageant
Judy Mays – Jingle Balls
Marteeka Karland – Sealed With A Kiss
Kate Douglas – My Valentine
Shelby Morgen – Changeling
Willa Okati – Elven Enchantment
Kate Hill – Jolene’s Pooka
Lacey Savage – Chemistry to Burn
Shelby Morgen – Troll Under The Bridge
the unexpected, A Changeling For All Seasons offers something to savor for every
palate. From humorous to magical, from Christmas to St. Patrick’s Day to the 4th
of July, these stories are alight with unbridled lust, sensuous passion, and
hot, hot sex, guaranteed to entangle your senses and leave you breathless.
November 14th, 2005
ISBN (13) 978-1-59596-280-5
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out of this world erotic love stories.
Oh, Jingle balls, jingle balls, Jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to watch Santa strip away.
Santa stripping, balls jingling and a dog sled team with very unusual names.
On Dasheill, on Danny, on Pranckster and Vicky. On Compass, on
Cueball, on Donny, and Blister. Hup! Hup!
What do you do with a 200 pound stripping Santa who's freezing his
jingle balls off?
Drop him into your hot tub, what else? And then make absolutely sure
that every inch of him has thawed out.
out of this world erotic love stories.
Hardworking Ruth only wants to be able
to sleep the night through without being awakened by her rowdy
neighbors who like to party into the wee hours of the morning.
When they don't acknowledge her polite requests to turn down
the noise, she calls the police, figuing quite correctly that
the authorities be very interested in what looked like a large
bloodstain in the snow in their back yard.
Derek, Bill, and, especially Allister, are annoyed by
their straightlaced neighbor's complaints. What they do in their house is none
of her business so they decide to stop her complaints once and for all.
Scaring her into silence shouldn't be a problem, especially since one of them
is a werewolf and the other two are vampires. A quick break-in, a little mind
control, and she won't bother them any more.
But, Ruth is not the quiet, prim and proper woman they
expected. Instead, she meets them downstairs wearing a skimpy, red satin teddy
and weilding a fireplace poker. Derek is knocked unconscious, and Bill ends up
with a lump the size of a Christmas tree ball on his head. Only Allister is
able to escape injury and capture their angy neighbor in his arms.
This Christmas Eve is one Ruth will never forget.
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is a story that, at times, is very hilarious, a story of finding your mate
without actually realizing your family has set you up."
Coffee Time Romance
witty dialogue will have you laughing out loud."
Fallen Angel Reviews
"This is a
very fast, very hot Christmas story."
Fallen Angel Reviews
but sassy tale is a rowdy romp through a unique world of vampires and
werewolves that really grabbed and held my attention. The plot is so loaded
with sexual tension it fairly exploded off of the pages."
White, Coffee Time Romance Reviews
Praise for Jingle Buns
is a fun read with quirky characters and unique situations that I found simply
enchanting... If you're looking for a fun tale full of Christmas hope and
spirit without all the trimmings then this book is for you. Plus there are
recipes in the back of the book that look absolutely delectable. I may just
have to give pastry making a try."
Ribbons! -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
whatta read. It's hot, seductive and sensual. Judy Mays writes a very
entertaining story with interesting characters, a good plot and a good dose of
Love Romances and More
sizzling and emotional story is presented with two ideal main characters...
The erotic scenes are hot, not to mention frequent. This story is great for
those looking for a good paranormal love story with well-rounded characters."
-- Tj, The
violence and hot sex -- Jingle Buns has it all and more. I hope that Ms. Mays
will revisit this world to find mates for the enchanting and eccentric staff
of Jingle Buns in the future."
"The sex was
stupendous! I would have loved to be there to watch."
Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"I found this
naughty novella to be a yummy treat just in time for the holiday season. So,
find yourself a comfy spot and indulge into Judy Mays' Jingle Buns. You will
not be disappointed."
4 Angels! --
Contessa, Fallen Angel Reviews
flowed naturally, the scenes were well written, editing was great and time
zipped by so fast that I couldn't believe it when I got to the end. The ending
wasn't mushy or an over dramatized romance -- it was pure Daniella Becker.
Jingle Buns will have you celebrating romance,love and hunky vampires."
The rank odor of
hatred enveloped Maximilian as a man mumbling obscenities bolted past him and
slammed open the door of the shop. The bell jangled discordantly as the
flickering lights glinted on the knife in his hand. He yelled and
attackedDaniella. However, before she finished screaming, Maximilian was
leaping through the door. As she stumbled back and fell to the floor,
Maximilian landed between her and her attacker. Baring his fangs, he lunged at
the much slower human.
Daniella’s attacker dropped the knife and stumbled back.
stopped Maximilian’s hands from closing around the man’s throat. “Oh, my God.
There’s so much blood.”
shrieking and sobbing, Daniella’s attacker stumbled through the door and
himself he’d deal with the attacker later -- he’d never forget the man’s
stench -- Maximilian turned and knelt next to Daniella. Unconscious, she lay
still in Teddy’s arms as Penny tried to staunch the flow of blood from the
wound in Daniella’s thigh.
“Oh my God! Oh
my God! Oh my God! Somebody call 911,” Penny moaned as she pressed her hands
against the ragged wound. Blood oozed from between her fingers.
exposing and examining her wound, Maximilian needed only a second to know
exactly how much blood Daniella had lost. Her wound was bleeding profusely,
but the blood wasn’t spurting out which meant the knife had missed her femoral
artery. At this point, she was close to losing about a pint of blood -- not
life threatening as long as he got the bleeding stopped very soon.
“Get me some
clean towels now,” he commanded Penny as he nudged her out of the way and
pressed his hand against the inside of Daniella’s thigh.
“Are you a
Not bothering to
hide his fangs -- they wouldn’t have withdrawn with this much blood around
anyway -- Maximilian smiled. “You could say that.” He stared into her eyes.
“Now go and get those towels.” He turned to Teddy as Penny scurried away.
“Does she live nearby?”
Maximilian’s fangs, he said, “She lives in the apartment above the shop.
There’s a stairway back behind the shop.”
nodded. As Penny returned with the towels, he commanded, “Clean up the blood
and then continue closing the shop as you would any other night. You will
remember that Daniella was attacked but that her wound was only a slight cut.
Then go home as you usually would after closing. Return here tomorrow at your
usual time as if nothing had happened. I will take care of Daniella. Do not
worry. She’ll be fine.”
lifting Daniella’s leg, he reached down to her ankle, grabbed the hem of her
jeans, ripped the seam up to her crotch, and stared at the blood welling from
a ragged puncture on the fleshy inside of her thigh.
The hot, coppery
aroma swirled around him, and his fangs began to ache. The urge to sink them
into her flesh on both sides of her wound and suck her rich blood into his
mouth was very tempting. But, Maximilian wasn’t a young vampyre. He’d been
alive for hundreds of years and could control his body’s urges. He had no
doubt that he would soon taste Daniella’s blood, but it would not be now when
she was sorely wounded and incapable of refusing him.
smiled to himself. She would not refuse him.
the towels into strips and wrapping them tightly around Daniella’s bleeding
leg, he lifted her into his arms and stared at Teddy and Penny. “Lock the door
behind me and finish quickly. Then go home and sleep.”
Penny hurried towards the back of the shop while Teddy followed them to the
The lock clicked
after Maximilian stepped outside.
She moaned as
the cold air began to revive her. “Whe -- where?”
Leibling, I am taking you home.”
closer as she began to shiver, Maximilian turned left, strode to the end of
the store, and turned back into the alley between Jingle Buns and the
building next to it. An effortless leap had him on the second story landing in
front of Daniella’s apartment’s door. Again, he looked down into her pale
she was staring bleary-eyed up at him. “What…”
then blinked again.
Daniella. I have to open your door, or -- I could break it in.”
again then stuttered, “Fl -- ow -- er -- pot.”
find it there and break in,
grumbled to himself as he kicked the bright green ceramic pot that held
artificial poinsettias out of the way. Ignoring the sharp sound of shattering
pottery as the pot rolled off the landing and fell to the alley below, he
shifted Daniella in his arms. Stooping, he scooped up the key then rose,
pulled the storm door open, inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and
pushed the inside door open. He didn’t bother turning on a light -- he didn’t
need it. He strode through the small kitchen and into the living room. Laying
her carefully on the sofa, he reached down to her ankle of her unwounded leg,
grabbed the hem of her jeans, and ripped the outside seam up to her waist.
Then he simply pulled them from her body.
groggy, she still tried to pull away. “Stay still, Leibchen, I must
care for your wound.” She shifted again but didn’t struggle.
unwrapped the towels around her wound and dropped them on the floor. Blood
still oozed from the cut, and its rich aroma tantalized his senses.
didn’t think twice because his saliva was the best way to heal the wound.
Leaning over her thigh, he inhaled the rich scent of her blood then fastened
his mouth over the wound and rubbed his tongue against it. He didn’t suck any
blood from the puncture; she had already lost enough. He did lap away the
blood still seeping from the wound, however.
As her rich
blood filled his mouth and rolled down his throat into his stomach, fire
burned its way outward through every extremity of his body -- especially his
cock. Swelling with a harsh, aching need the like of which he’d never
experienced before, it strained against his jeans. His stomach rolled then
felt as if it fell through the floor. A single drop of bloody sweat rolled
from his forehead and down over his nose to drop onto Daniella’s thigh. He
lifted his head from her leg and looked up into her face. What was happening
that crashed against the side of his head surprised more than hurt him.
“Get away from
me! I’ll hit you again! I’ll scream! I’m calling the police!”
As she wobbled
to her feet, Maximilian gathered
his senses about him and retreated to the doorway -- and the closest light
switch. He could see her clearly, but she couldn’t see him.
As light flooded
the room, she blinked and staggered as she adapted to the change from complete
darkness. She was still blinking when she grabbed a lamp and raised it.
“I’m not going
to hurt you, Leibling. I wasn’t the one who attacked you. The wound on
your thigh needed attention.”
furrowed as she frowned. “Who…”
bowed his head. “Maximilian. Maximilian Arnalt, your German customer from
remained. “Why -- where are Penny and Teddy?”
“Cleaning up the
blood and closing the shop.”
Flinching at the
word blood, she swayed then staggered forward. Before she could fall,
Maximilian was at her side. In what seemed like one seamless movement, he
shrugged out of his coat, tossed it onto her sofa, took the lamp from her
trembling hand, set it on the table, and pulled her into his arms. Before she
could even begin to struggle, he deposited her on top of his overcoat.
She shrank away
from him. “What do you think you’re doing!”
sighed. Her ability to withstand his hypnotic suggestions was making his
efforts to help her much harder than it had to be. Crossing his arms over his
chest, he stared into her face. “You knocked yourself unconscious when your
head hit that table. You’ve lost almost a pint of blood from the wound that
madman gave you.” He nodded toward his coat. “I thought you’d rather not get
blood on your sofa, ja? Now, will you allow me to help you?”
seeped sluggishly from her wound. She pushed herself into the corner of the
sofa. “You were sucking on my leg!”
fangs were obvious, he grinned. “Nein, I wasn’t. I was using my salvia
to stop the bleeding. Look for yourself. The wound is already starting to
Fists clenched at her sides,
Jessica glared at him. “Shut up and let me out of here. My sister needs me.”
The silly smile never leaving his
face, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Somehow, I think Tanya will probably be
in more need of your help than your sister will.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“How about a private show? Thought you wanted to see the North Pole.”
A long exasperated sigh escaped
Jessica’s throat, and she wiped a few beads of perspiration from her
forehead. Yes, she did want to see the North Pole – and touch and taste and
ride it too. But not before she made sure Penny was okay. But first, she had
to get six feet of a sexy, almost naked Santa out of her way.
A bead of sweat slid down the side
of her face. When did it get so hot in here?
Jessica let her gaze drift down
his naked chest – ummm, nice pecs – to his flat stomach and the thin line of
dark hair disappearing into the pouch of his G-string. That pouch was
definitely starting to look fuller than it had been. And it had been pretty
full to start with.
She licked her lips.
She felt her nipples pebble and
warmth began to seep between her legs. Damn, but this guy was making her
The Santa hat dangling from his
robe pocket caught her eye. Sauntering towards him, she allowed a sexy smile
– at least she hoped it was sexy – to appear on her lips. “The North Pole,
huh. I must admit, I am intrigued.”
A smile curved his lips, and a
quick downward glance confirmed that the North Pole was getting bigger.
Stopping just short of plastering
her body against his, Jessica flattened her hands against his chest. Ummm.
Just as hard and firm as it looked. She swallowed. Did he taste as good as
Jessica slid her hands across his
chest. What was it she wanted to do? Oh yeah, Penny. Something about Penny.
He settled his hands on her hips
and she shivered.
The hell with Penny. She could
take care of herself.
“So,” Jessica said,” as she ran
her hands up his chest then down his side to the straps of his G-string, “just
how big is the North Pole.” She pulled the Santa hat out of his pocket.
“Judge for yourself,” he said as
he cupped her ass cheeks with his big hands and pulled her tight against his
A small gasp escaped Jessica and
she shivered. Hot damn, but this was one nice-sized North Pole. Lifting the
hat, she placed it on his head, lifting her other hand to help settle it
correctly on his head. “Well, then Santa, time jingle those bells one more
As soon as she settled the hat on
his head, Richard spun around, pushed her against the door, and attacked her
mouth with his.
She counter attacked by stabbing
her tongue into his mouth, then sucking his tongue into hers.
Their teeth clicked and clashed.
Groaning, he opened his mouth
wider, his tongue dancing with hers. His cock was harder than it had ever
been and his balls were on fire. Never had he wanted – no needed to bury his
dick in a woman so badly.
Somehow, she slipped her hand
between them – something he didn’t think was possible considering how closely
their bodies were plastered together – and grabbed his cock, her warm hand
circling and caressing the head.
“Fuck,” Richard moaned into her
mouth. “You’re gonna make me come too soon.”
“Off. Get this damn thing off,”
she demanded against his mouth as she jerked at his G-string to the, side and
his cock sprang free. “Oh, gods, yes.”
With far more strength than he
thought a woman could have, she pushed him back and fell to her knees,
immediately sucking his cock into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, spreading
his legs and tilting his head back.
Her tongue was magic; her mouth
molten heat as she sucked and nibbled.
He thrust his hips forward, and
she sucked him in. His cock slid into her throat.
As she slid her tongue around him,
she freed his balls and rolled them in her hands.
It was too much. He had to bury
himself inside of her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Richard
pushed her mouth back of his cock, slipped his hands under her arms, and
lifted her back to her feet. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
He didn’t wait for her to strip.
Shoving her sweater up over her breasts, he popped the clasp on the front of
her bra, bent, nipped a taut nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
When he nipped her already tender
nipple, Jessica pounded her fist against the door, and the loud thud echoed
around the room. Oh, gods, when had she ever wanted a man so much!
She tore at the buttons on her
jeans, popping a few in the process. Shoving the jeans down over her hips,
she grabbed his cock again.
When he buried his hand between
her thighs, she arched into it, and his fingers slipped inside of her. She
ground down against them.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
Nuzzling the ball of the Santa hat
out of her way, Jessica nipped his ear lobe. “I want you, inside me, now!”
She spread her legs wider, cursing
with frustration when the jeans tangled around her ankles wouldn’t let her
lift her leg to wrap around his hips. There were drawbacks to wearing boots.
Her tangled jeans weren’t a
hindrance to Richard. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against the door, using
his knee to spread her thighs as wide as he could, he dropped her onto his
Wrapping her arms around his neck,
Jessica sobbed into his mouth as her internal muscles stretched to accommodate
his thick cock. She shuddered when he lifted her and impaled her again.
“Yes, oh yes. Harder. Harder.”
He pounded into her.
Her ass thudded against the door.
“Fuck, you feel great. Twist your
hips. That’s it. Faster.”
Jessica nipped his shoulder.
His fingers slid down the crack in
Jessica sobbed. “Now. Oh, now!”
Richard swiveled his hips and
thrust into her. His burning balls were tight against his body, and his cock
was ready to explode.
She was squirming and bouncing
against him, her tight, wet muscles grasping his cock far more tightly than
any other woman’s ever had.
He couldn’t hold back.
When she screamed “Now” he surged
upward one last time.
Darkness roiled around them and
the lights went out.
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Ruth concentrated on the man barely two feet away. She lifted her chin. This
guy was intimidating -- and entirely too handsome for his own good. Long dark
hair, rich coffee-colored eyes, straight nose, firm chin, thin lips. His broad
shoulders, a wide chest, and six-pack abs were covered by a tight, black
tee-shirt. Black jeans encased slim hips and long legs.
Yeah, entirely too handsome -- for her own good. Ruth wrenched her mind
away his compelling... attributes. What the hell was she thinking? Now was not
the time to be contemplating how handsome a guy was. She had to focus on her
immediate predicament -- getting out of here. She frowned and stared more
closely at her captor. Tee-shirt and jeans? It was freezing outside, not more
than twenty degrees. Didn’t he feel the cold?
White teeth flashed as he smiled at her.
Ruth sniffed. If he wanted to run around in a tee-shirt in twenty-degree
weather, why should she care? Once she let loose, these guys wouldn’t know
what hit them, and this one really had to be loony if he thought picking a
name like Dracula was going to scare her. She smirked and played along. “Van
Helsing killed him.”
His gaze drifted back up to her face. “A lie. You don’t believe everything you
read do you? Or see in the movies?”
She sniffed again. “No, I don’t believe everything I read or see. Besides,
Dracula is... ah... was Romanian nobility, moron. Do you honestly think he’d
live in a place like this? I mean look around. You guys live like pigs.”
The blond man snickered.
The one named Derek leaned forward and propped his head in his hands. “She has
a point. From what I know of him, Drac would never live here. He’s always
preferred mansions and palaces.”
The Dracula wannabe grinned at her. “I could be incognito.”
Ruth shook her head. That Derek guy was talking like Dracula really existed.
They all needed their heads examined. “Bullshit. Everyone knows Dracula and
all other vampires are nothing more than fantasies found in trashy romance
novels -- except for the vampire wannabes.
Tall dark and handsome stepped closer and braced his hands against the wall on
either side of her head. “Wannabes?”
Lord, but no man should have such long eyelashes. Swallowing, Ruth refused to
drop her gaze. “Yeah, wannabes. Those crazy people who have dental surgery to
have fake fangs inserted.”
grinned again, revealing sharp fangs.
Ruth blinked. Were they there when he grinned before?
“Do these look fake?”
Her mouth dropped open as his canines lengthened even more. Snapping her mouth
shut, she gulped -- twice. Ruth sucked up her courage and continued to stare
into his face. She would not let him intimidate her. She could get out
of here anytime she wanted. One good kick to his balls would have him moaning
at her feet. The other two wouldn’t be problems to take out either. Derek
especially, was still probably woozy from the earlier knock he’d gotten on the
head. No, she $was$ still in control of the situation. A couple of fake
incisors weren’t going to scare her. “How did you do that?”
continued to smile and glanced down at her chest. “Your nipples are showing,
Ruth didn’t have to look down to know he was telling the truth. Between her
cold ass and his hot stare, her nipples were standing at stiff attention.
“It’s fricking cold in here. What did you expect?”
chuckled a delicious chuckle.
Shivering, she gritted her teeth. It was the cold that was affecting her body,
not his sexy laugh.
“No, love. They’re really showing, not just poking against that tempting bit
of silk you’re wearing.”
When Ruth looked down, her head brushed against his chest. She gasped. The
skimpy top of her teddy had twisted and both nipples were plainly visible. As
she lifted her hands to rearrange her bodice, he easily captured her wrists.
like the view the way it is.”
The blonde stepped closer. “Her boobs are hanging out? Let me see!”
Sighing, her captor shook his head and glanced back over his shoulder.
“William, must you be so crude? Women are impressed by manners and class, not
base statements about their -- boobs.”
The younger man stepped closer. “You’re supposed to call me Bill, not William,
and I still wanna see, Uncle Alastair.”
Alastair looked away from his nephew and back at the woman he held prisoner.
She was staring up at him, triumph shining in her eyes because she’d learned
his true name. A pity Dracula wasn’t here. Maybe he could scare her. Mentally,
Alastair shook his head. Most women held prisoner in a room with three men
would be scared out of their wits. She wasn’t. Why? How could she possibly
think she’d be able to escape any one of them let alone all three?
She continued to stare at him, the triumph in her eyes turning to calculation.
“I saw the bloody snow in your backyard. Where did it come from?”
Now she was asking questions? Alastair tilted his head to the side. She was
becoming far more interesting than he’d ever anticipated.
She glared at him.
canted his head to the other side. Not afraid in the least. Interesting. He’d
never met a woman like her. What was her name? Ruth... Ruth Mallory. That was
it. She was a reporter for the local newspaper. Was that what kept her from
being afraid? The fact that she was a reporter? Did she really think that
would make a difference? Well, if she wanted a story, he’d give her one. He
grinned. “The blood was from Noelle.”
strangled sob came from the couch.
“Did you have to mention her name again?” his nephew snapped. “You know how
Derek gets when he hears her name.”
Alastair continued to smile at Ruth.
Her eyes widened. “What happened to her?”
Satisfaction settled onto Alastair’s shoulders. Finally, fear had appeared in
her eyes. “We buried her in the backyard.”