Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
(Full blurb coming soon.)
Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0 is multi-author winter holiday M/M tentacle romance collaboration. All books in the series are standalones but may be connected to some authors’ pre-existing worlds. Each book in the series brings festive fun related to a variety of winter holidays and explores the many delightful ways tentacles can be naughty and nice!
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Chapter 1
Colby
“Santa has…tentacles.” There was a mix of surprise and confusion in his voice, but I wasn’t sure why.
The aliens that had settled on Earth had taken a variety of fun jobs and there seemed to be very little logic to some of them. If he wanted to explore being Santa for the holidays, who were we to tell him no?
“He’s got a great beard, though.” It was much better looking than last year’s Santa even if it was just as fake. “And he’s clearly having fun. Look at how they’re all wiggling.”
And the grin he was wearing… Santa was having fun.
“But…but Santa has tentacles.”
Jim really couldn’t move past that point.
“At least no one will fall off his lap this year.” Our company had hired some questionable Santas in the past. It seemed like we could help fight for workers’ rights, but we couldn’t protect our own employees from a half-drunk Santa. “He’s keeping everyone really safe.”
Without being inappropriate, unfortunately.
No, not unfortunately.
It was a very good thing that Santa’s hands weren’t wandering. Limbs. Santa’s limbs weren’t wandering.
“Yeah…I guess it’s good he’s being safe.” Jim’s words were polite but his eyes were a bit too wide. “I think…I think I’m going to get a drink. Do you want to come too?”
That seemed to be a polite way of saying he’d decided he didn’t want to sit on Santa’s lap any longer. I wasn’t sure why he’d been game to do it when he thought it was the same creepy guy from last year but somehow tentacle Santa was going too far.
This Santa would cause crime rates to go down, property values to go up, and he’d be wonderfully helpful.
They all were.
The goodie-goodies of the galaxy had moved in next door, but they were also big and sexy as fuck. So basically, every dirty book reader’s wet dream. Mine included.
“No.” It was going to be fun to be able to sit on Santa’s lap and not worry about squishing him. Rental Santas hadn’t been as sturdy lately as they’d used to be. “I need to tell Santa that I want a date for Christmas.”
Since it was a well-known, but confusing, fact that the aliens didn’t care if people were gay or straight, I wasn’t going to worry about asking for what I really wanted. What wasn’t quite as well known was that they were super curious about submissives, but I wasn’t sure my office Christmas party was the place to mention that fact.
There’d been some interesting shenanigans last year, though, so no matter what I did, as long as I kept my clothes on and stayed away from the copy machine, I’d still be considered boring.
Working at an interesting company that tried to be open-minded backfired sometimes…but sometimes it was useful.
“You’re…” Jim’s eyes went even wider. “You’re going to sit on his lap?”
Since that’d been our plan to begin with, I wasn’t sure why that was so surprising. “Yes, I won’t squish this one and he’s sober. I’m going to have fun.”
I’d never talked about being a sub, but no matter how big I was, I didn’t see how it could’ve surprised anyone. I also couldn’t figure out how me being gay was fine with Jim but the smiling Santa was going to give him a heart attack. “Janet over in HR was heading toward the bar earlier. Why don’t you go say hi?”
She was a judgy pain in the ass, but for some reason, he seemed to like that.
Hmm.
Okay, maybe I was starting to understand why he liked her.
But how was being gay okay but being tentacled was not?
I was never going to understand the stuff people ended up being prejudiced about.
“Yeah…I’ll…” He turned and wandered away as his voice trailed off, but I was just glad he hadn’t said anything technically offensive.
Janet in HR wouldn’t like that at all.
She’d have to do her job if he was too straightforward in how creeped out he was.
“Bye.” Shaking my head, I turned toward the line waiting to talk to Santa. “Not too bad.”
There were at least ten people waiting for Santa, but I didn’t mind waiting especially when it seemed like I was one of the last people in line. I’d done a lot of mingling before I’d found Santa in the conference room, so I was glad that had helped give the line time to dwindle down. But the fact there were still enough people wanting to play along that I wouldn’t stand out was wonderful too. The mix of single adults and kids who were giggling made it so I actually blended in.