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chimneys of the small two-story log chalet. Illuminated by a handful of outdoor lights it was obvious the woman who would be his to do with as he pleased during the Christmas holiday weekend was already here. He wondered what kind of woman would give up her holidays to spend time with a complete stranger. Hell, she was probably someone just as hard up for some hot and heavy sex and a couple of cozy evenings by the fire as he was. The chalet had been built with square-hewn logs that had turned silver-gray with time. Pale blue shutters and miniature white Christmas lights adorned each arched window. A cranberry-colored door decorated with garland beckoned him a welcome. Connor took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
    Kidnap Fantasies had set everything up within forty-eight hours of his calling the number on the brochure requesting pickup of the questionnaire. He’d given them a delicious outline of what he’d like to try and the type of woman he wanted. The fantasy, he had no doubt they could fulfill. But he knew the woman would never be like Nurse Sparks. No one could be like his cute blonde nurse. Maybe having some hot and heavy sex with a Nurse Sparks look-alike would get the real nurse out of his system.
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    Christmas Lovers
    Yeah right. And he was Santa Claus.
    At the front door he noticed the erotic-shaped knocker made out of brass. Shaped like a woman’s breast. It made him smile and a little of his nervousness slipped away at the amusing sight. Grabbing the gold ring hanging off the plump metal nipple, he lifted the heavy breast and knocked a couple of times.
    He waited.
    No answer.
    He knocked again. Still no answer.
    Great. So much for a warm welcoming committee.
    He tried the door handle that looked like a man’s penis and the door opened. Well, here goes.
    A blast of warm gingerbread-scented air greeted him as he lugged his small suitcase into the tiny foyer and shut the door behind him. When he turned around, his breath caught at the rustic sight.
    The open design was simple. Log walls were stained a warm brown and chinked with cement. An overstuffed bright red leather sofa sat beneath a large arched window, which gave him a great glimpse of the miniature snowdrifts settling against the nightdarkened windowpanes. Guilt shifted through him the instant he spied a six foot Christmas tree standing near a wide set of wooden stairs that led to a loft.
    Maybe he should have stayed back in Maryland and had Christmas with his brothers and parents? Nah, he didn’t want to coddled and cooed over by his family. They’d been so overprotective of him since he’d come back from Iraq, he’d begun to feel smothered.
    His brothers would make his excuses for him. They knew where he’d gone. Knew what he’d needed.
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    Jan Springer
    From where he stood he was given a glimpse of a loft above. Guarded by a white railing, it had a white-planked ceiling with cranberry-colored log beams. He bet that’s where the bed would be. Maybe the woman would be there, waiting for him. He stifled his excitement and checked out the rest of the place. He noted a nicesized kitchen tucked away behind the living room then focused his attention back to the unusual Christmas tree. Decorated with glistening white miniature lights, he smiled at the silver icicles dangling from the blue spruce branches as well as the penis-shaped candy canes, gingerbread men and women with intimate iced areas and large chocolate breasts, pussies and cocks as well as sealed condoms in foil wrappers and several tubes of lube. Perched at the top of the tree hung a pair of silver metal handcuffs. Hmm, he could think of a few things he could do with those cuffs. Connor’s gaze wandered to the nearby stone fireplace. In its hearth a cheerful fire flickered and hanging from the wood-beam mantel two huge red Christmas stockings, one in the shape of a cock, the other shaped like a breast. Cute. His and hers erotic stockings. This place looked perfect for a sex-fest