Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.<br><br>As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man's malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?<br><br>When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie's life is put in danger. And Jamie isn't sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he's merely a pawn in the Krampus's game.

Nicolas

Jamie laughed, a happy sound, and pushed up on his elbows, raising his chin as if offering his body for Nico’s pleasure. Cristo! He was breathtaking, red hair spilling onto the pillows, his few freckles stark on his creamy skin. Nico wanted to lick them off his cheeks. Instead, he slid his tongue down Jamie’s warm neck, pressed his lips to the strong pulse in his throat.


So much life in this vibrant body in his arms! He could feel the blood rushing in the vein under his tongue. Rolling to his side, he slipped his arms under Jamie’s back and held him still while his hot gaze slid to his chest: the rosy nipples, sweet and tempting, making his mouth water. He grazed a bud with his tongue and his body shuddered right along with Jamie’s, the young man’s groan shooting a burst of heat straight to his cock, hardening him almost painfully.


Chapter 9