It’s the season of giving, and so I plan to share with you my seasonal stories that I’ve written over the years. These are flash fictions, which are short pieces, all based on books I’ve written.
First up, I’m sharing a seasonal scene based on KISSED BY A DARK PRINCE in my Eternal Mates paranormal romance series!
An Elf for the Holidays
Loren navigated the busy pedestrian street, curling his lip at any mortal who bumped him and barely stifling the growl that rumbled up his throat and his desire to flash fangs at them. Beneath the thick woollen hat covering his blue-black hair, his ears were pointed, a sign of his distress he preferred to keep hidden from the male escorting him on this mission.
Bleu, his second in command, muttered dark things in the elf tongue into the thick black scarf wrapped around his neck and shielding the lower half of his face. Loren walked hunched up like him, his hands jammed into his matching black heavy wool coat to keep the biting chill off his skin. Bleu had no such path open to him. He had foolishly insisted on carrying all of Loren’s shopping bags, an act he evidently now regretted. His mood was degenerating faster with each passing second and Loren felt sure it was only a matter of time before his friend snapped and threatened any one of the jovial human shoppers bustling around them.
Colourful decorations illuminated Loren’s path, hanging between the buildings of the shopping street in the heart of London. Bright against the inky sky. They caught Loren’s attention, distracting him as his blue gaze studied the strange choice of creature and tried to make sense of them. They were a large number of enormous robins. He was familiar with the bird, but uncertain why mortals had chosen it to symbolise their religious holiday they called Christmas.
Olivia, his beautiful human mate, had attempted to explain to him the importance of the holiday, but the more she had told him, the more it had sounded less like something religious and more like something focused on family and the pleasure of giving and receiving presents. She had turned solemn after a short period of discussing it with him and reflecting on the Christmases she had shared with her brother in the past in an attempt to explain it to him, and why she loved this time of year. Neither of them enjoyed speaking of their brother. She had lost hers many years ago. He was still searching for his, trying to track him across the mortal world and Hell before he harmed himself or others.
The discussion with Olivia had given him insight into her, and he had decided then that this festive season and the giving of presents was important to her. He had silently vowed that he would give her a Christmas that she would remember. His eternal mate deserved no less. She had given him joy, love, and a future no longer filled with darkness but flooded with light and warmth. He wanted, needed, to give something back to her and show her that she was important to him.
When he had approached her friend Sable about the objective of his mission, the demon huntress had told him to get Olivia presents. He had probed in an attempt to discover what presents his little female would prefer, but Sable had been unable to offer any suggestions and had merely told him to ‘go with your gut’.
Loren had turned to Bleu.