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Jingle Balls
A Holiday Rom-Com Anthology for the Testicular Cancer Awareness Foundation
Aidy Award
Serena Bell
Kilby Blades
Dylann Crush
Sophia Henry
Christina Hovland
Melonie Johnson
Tawdra Kandle
Stina Lindenblatt
Elizabeth Lynx
Claire Marti
MK Meredith
Susannah Nix
Tracey Pedersen
Marika Ray
Piper Rayne
Arell Rivers
Brenda St. John Brown
Delancey Stewart
Sylvie Stewart
Curve Ball
Copyright ©2020 by Aidy Award
I Told You So
Copyright ©2020 by Serena Bell
Sleigh My Name
Copyright ©2020 by Kilby Blades
A Blue-Balled Holiday
Copyright ©2020 by Dylann Crush
Jingle Ball Bender: An Aviators Hockey Short Story
Copyright ©2020 by Sophia Henry
Ball Sacked
Copyright ©2020 by Christina Hovland
Coldcocked by Saint Nick
Copyright ©2020 by Melonie Johnson
Under the Mistletoe
Copyright ©2020 by Tawdra Kandle
Decidedly for Christmas
Copyright ©2020 by Stina Lindenblatt
Licking His Candy Cane
Copyright ©2020 by Elizabeth Lynx
Wrapped Up With You
Copyright ©2020 by Claire Marti
One Jingle or Two
Copyright ©2020 by MK Meredith
Rockin’ Around the Jingle Bells Ball
Copyright ©2020 by Susannah Nix
Lick My Snowballs
Copyright ©2020 by Tracey Pedersen
Deck the Halls with Balls
Copyright ©2020 by Marika Ray
Not So Silent Night
Copyright ©2020 by Piper Rayne
Out of the Eggnog
Copyright ©2020 by Arell Rivers
Mistletoe Hearts
Copyright ©2020 by Brenda St John Brown
Scoring a Holiday Match
Copyright ©2020 by Delancey Stewart
Nuts About You
Copyright ©2020 by Sylvie Stewart
Cover Design by Christina Hovland
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Contents
Foreword
I. Curve Ball
About… Curve Ball
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By Aidy Award
About Aidy Award
II. I Told You So
About… I Told You So
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Also By Serena Bell
About Serena Bell
III. Sleigh My Name
About… Sleigh My Name
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Also by Kilby Blades
About Kilby Blades
IV. A Blue-Balled Holiday
About… A Blue-Balled Holiday
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Also By Dylann Crush
About Dylann Crush
V. Jingle Ball Bender: An Aviators Hockey Short Story
About… Jingle Ball Bender
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Also by Sophia Henry
About Sophia Henry
VI. Ball Sacked
About… Ball Sacked
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Also by Christina Hovland
About Christina Hovland
VII. Coldcocked by Saint Nick
About… Coldcocked by Saint Nick
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By Melonie Johnson
About Melonie Johnson
VIII. Under the Mistletoe
About… Under the Mistletoe
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Also By Tawdra Kandle
About Tawdra Kandle
IX. Decidedly for Christmas
About… Decidedly for Christmas
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Also By Stina Lindenblatt
About Stina Lindenblatt
X. Licking His Candy Cane
About… Licking His Candy Cane
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By Elizabeth Lynx
About Elizabeth Lynx
XI. Wrapped Up with You
About… Wrapped Up with You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Also By Claire Marti
About Claire Marti
XII. One Jingle or Two
About… One Jingle or Two
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By MK Meredith
About MK Meredith
XIII. Rockin’ Around the Jingle Balls Ball
About… Rockin’ Around the Jingle Balls Ball
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Also by Susannah Nix
About Susannah Nix
XIV. Lick My Snowballs
About… Lick My Snowballs
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Also By Tracey Pedersen
About Tracey Pedersen
XV. Deck the Halls With Balls
About… Deck the Halls With Balls
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By Marika Ray
About Marika Ray
XVI. Not So Silent Night
About… Not So Silent Night
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Also By Piper Rayne
About Piper Rayne
XVII. Out of the Eggnog
About… Out of the Eggnog
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also By Arell Rivers
About Arell Rivers
XVIII. Mistletoe Hearts
About… Mistletoe Hearts
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Also by Brenda St John Brown
About Brenda St John Brown
XIX. Scoring a Holiday Match
About… Scoring a Holiday Match
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
Also By Delancey Stewart
About Delancey Stewart
XX. Nuts About You
About… Nuts About You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Also By Sylvie Stewart
About Sylvie Stewart
Acknowledgments
Foreword
Testicular Cancer Awareness Foundation is compassionately dedicated to raise awareness and educate others about the most common form of cancer in men ages 15-44 and provide lifesaving valuable support for patients, survivors, and caregivers.
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Part I
Curve Ball
By Aidy Award
About… Curve Ball
How did I get talked into these things?
Nice Jewish girls do not go to beefcake Christmas auctions.
My declaration would hold a lot more oomph if my best friend wasn't leading me through the VIP members entrance of Eden’s favorite club on our way to their annual Christmas Eve charity ball and auction, the Jingle Balls Ball. But no way I was bidding on anyone. Not even if the money was going to a good cause.
Unless of course my crush, the barista at the Mean Bean who I'd been flirting with for the past few weeks, randomly showed up. Yeah, right. Like that would happen. He was way too sweet and... why did I suddenly smell coffee?
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Naked Nuts
Oy vey. How did I get talked into these things?
“Eden. Please don’t make me do this. Nice Jewish girls do not go to beefcake Christmas auctions.” I whispered that last part.
My complaint would hold a lot more oomph if Eden and I weren’t making our way through the VIP members door of her favorite exclusive club…on our way to their annual Christmas Eve charity ball and auction. She was the member and had been trying to drag me here for longer than I cared to admit. Ever since she’d found her Shakespeare-quoting smoking-hot cowboy, Sawyer.
I wasn’t jealous at all.
Except when I was awake.
Or asleep.
“Sure they do. If they haven’t had a date in a millennium and read more spanky romance books than anyone else I know.”
I held up my refute-the-point finger. “Just because I sell the heck out of your naughty romance manuscripts doesn’t mean I want to—”
Eden’s crossed her arms and raised a knowing eyebrow at me. That was usually my move whenever she tried to tell me she needed another extension on her current book. Her career had exploded last year after she’d switched to writing contemporary erotic romances and we were both reaping the benefits.
I’d been lucky Eden kept me on as her agent. She had no idea how that had saved me. When my mother’s death had threatened to drag me deep into depression, I found solace and escape in fiction. Eden kept pumping her stories out and I got to read them before anyone else.
Then I hustled my tuchus off selling her foreign, audio, and print rights so the rest of the rabid romance readers of the world could enjoy them too. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d probably be a cat lady living in a cardboard box in an alley.
“Fine. I might be mildly curious what the real club is like compared to the one in your books. But I am not bidding on anyone.” I wouldn't know what to do with them if I won anyway. Super awkward was an understatement when it came to me and sex. I just had the hardest time believing any guy would be attracted to my size twenty-something butt.
For some reason I could buy that Sawyer was into Eden and she and I were about the same size and age. She was beautiful. I was the girl with the good personality.
Eden wasn't into a single one of my many excuses. I wished I could be more like her. “We just signed a million-dollar print deal. I think you can splurge and buy yourself something nice. Like a night with a naughty Santa who will know exactly how to spin your dreidel.”
“Eden,” I squealed. Mostly because she was right. The only thing taking me for a spin was my vibrator.
“What? You know I’m right.” She paused at a coat room where a hypnotizingly hot man who wore nothing but some bright red fur-trimmed boxers and a Santa hat helped her slip out of her trench. I shouldn’t stare, but no wonder Eden spent so much time here. If the rest of the men here were even half as good looking as the doorman, I’d be drooling all over the whole night.