Book Title: M.M. Scrooge (An MM retelling of A Christmas Carol)
Author and Publisher: Lee Colgin
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Release Date: November 4, 2022
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 47 000 words/200 pages
It’s part of a multi-author series. Monster & Mayhem #11
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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A spicy hot retelling of A Christmas Carol
Blurb
Marley Jacobs is dead, and Max Masters Scrooge has no time for the grieving son’s sob story. Even if Jacobs Jr. is kinda cute—for a nerd.
Daniel Jacobs is anxious, drifting, and lonely. His gut tells him he’s overdue for a dose of self care, but the thought of setting foot in a gym gives him hives. Though he craves gentle guidance, what he gets is the heavy hand of the gym’s head trainer and sleaziest playboy, Max Masters.
Accustomed to topping the leader board, among other things, Max sells Daniel on his gold package. After things get steamy in the locker room showers, Max is ready to make like a ghost and vanish, as usual. But this time, he won’t get away with his selfish antics, not if a vengeful past hookup with a powerful uncle has anything to say about it.
MM Scrooge is a spicy hot horror retelling of A Christmas Carol, as part of the collaboration Monsters & Mayhem: An MM Horror Collection, adapting some of your favorite classic horror stories with an MM romance twist.
Content Warnings:
This book’s list of potential warnings is longer than my grocery list. Buckle in. Readers, feel free to get in touch with me if you have any questions. In no particular order: Dub-con that some readers may interpret as non-con. Consent issues. Poorly negotiated BDSM elements. Sexual violence/spanking. Sex as punishment. Death of a parent/grief. Medical kink. Sexually explicit scenes.
That said, this book doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that list might make it look darker than it really is. Better to err of the side of caution.
“Fuck my thighs?”
“Sold.” He backs up far enough to yank his shirt off.
My jaw drops. Holy shit, Max is ripped. That’s not a six-pack; it’s a ten-pack. I didn’t know that was possible. His pecs probably have their own zip codes. Tiny brown nipples pebble low on the muscular globes. I reach out to tweak them.
He arches into my touch. “Fuck, yeah, pinch ’em.”
I do. He squirms. It’s cute, but more than that, it’s erotic. Holy shit, I’m drawing sexy reactions from this totally ripped hot guy right now. Rushing power makes my head spin. I think I’m going to like Max.
My gaze lingers on his muscular arm. Plump, pulsing veins stand out from the flesh around them, running down the curves of his biceps into the hollow of his elbow. I trace them with my fingers and consider following the same path with my tongue when he says, “Strip.”
My body is a spindly sapling compared to his mighty oak, but who am I to question his tastes? If he wants me, I’m thrilled to let him have me.
The best thing about gym clothes? They’re easy to get out of. In seconds, we’re naked with a pile of spandex between us, and he’s manhandling me into the accessible shower stall.
He wraps one big, meaty arm around me while he turns on the tap with the other. We’re not in the direct line of the spray, but a chilly mist cools my heated skin as we wait for the water to warm. I grasp his cock by the root and stroke.
Max’s answering groan goes straight to my dick. His is thick, standing proud and eager, head flushed a rosy shade of pink and gleaming at the tip. I spread a bead of precum around the crown and tease the underside, earning myself another sultry groan.
Is he going to be a loud lover? God, I hope so. I need the sound of his moans to drown out the rest of the world. No problems, no grief, no heart disease, no thinking, just Max.
When steam rises from the water, he pushes me under the flow. “Let’s clean you off, dirty boy.”
He’s not wrong. I’m covered in my sweat and appreciate the chance to wash before we bump our love bits. But to do this, I have to let go of his cock, which is really a shame. We were just getting to know one another.
Lee Colgin has loved vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much she can bench press.
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