Free Christmas Spirit Seduction by Eve Langlais

Christmas Spirit Seduction
    A Paranormal, MFM, Short Story
     
    By
    Eve Langlais
     
    (Formerly titled, Taken By The Christmas Spirits)

Copyright and Disclaimer
    Copyright © 1st Edition, December 2011, Eve Langlais
    Copyright © 2 nd Edition November 2014, Eve Langlais
    Cover Art by Amanda Kelsey © October 2014
    Edited by Devin Govaere
    Produced in Canada
     
    Published by Eve Langlais
    1606 Main Street, PO Box 151
    Stittsville, Ontario, Canada, K2S1A3
    http://www.EveLanglais.com
     
    ISBN: 978 1927 459 62 1
     
    Christmas Spirit Seduction is a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental.
     
    No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying, file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without permission in writing from the author.
     
    Author’s Note: This short story was originally published by Cobblestone Press as Taken By The Christmas Spirits from December 2011 until May 8th of 2014. Published anew in November of 2014 by Eve Langlais, this book features a new cover and title. Enjoy ~Eve

Table of Contents
     
    Christmas Spirit Seduction
    Copyright and Disclaimer
    Table of Contents
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Epilogue

Chapter One
    Waking up alone always sucked. Waking up alone Christmas morning or, judging by the darkness around me, in the silent hours before dawn sucked even harder. But I discovered that emerging from a sleeping pill-induced slumber to find myself spread eagle, naked and tied to the four corners of my bed most disturbing of all.
    “What the fuck!” I shouted, not even attempting to curb my annoyance or language. If ever a moment merited a cuss word, I’d say it was now.
    In vain, I tugged at my restraints, but whoever had bound me obviously knew their stuff because the knots didn’t loosen.
    There was something disturbingly vulnerable about my position, almost as if I was on display. Panting harshly, and I’ll admit slightly panicked, I peered around, seeking any sign of the pervert who’d snuck into my apartment and managed to truss me up.
    Nothing moved except for my curtains. They fluttered lightly as if a breeze stroked them, which made no sense. I kept my windows firmly shut in the winter and even covered them in plastic to prevent drafts. On my salary, I couldn’t afford any extra expenses, especially given electric heat didn’t come cheap. Despite all my precaution, apparently, a new air leak had popped up. Great, another thing for my nonexistent boyfriend to fix.
    Contrary to what some folks would have you believe, single life bit the big one. Sure, I got to keep the remote and watch whatever I wanted. I could sprawl across my bed and hog it to sleep. Just like I could live on frozen dinners and not care what my breath smelled like in the morning. However, at times like these, when life bitch-slapped me, I really wished I could find a man who satisfied my needs and would make me want to change my status on Facebook from single to in a relationship.
    As my mind babbled to itself, bemoaning my single state, I took stock of my situation.
    Dire and FUBAR-ed came to mind, but as always, bad odds or not, I hated giving up. While not a ray of optimistic sunshine, I also wasn’t a wuss who would give up without a fight.
    Straining my eyes, I peered around to see anything at all in the murkiness of my bedroom. A camera manned by a celebrity waiting to scream “Surprise!” would have worked nicely. Maybe this was an elaborate joke.
    If it was, someone was asking for a lawsuit.
    Seconds ticked by, and no one appeared. Not matter how much I stared, only darkness and vaguely recognizable shapes were visible.
    Since I wasn’t about to suddenly develop night vision, I was about to shut my eyes