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

Steam rose up around him and he closed his eyes, wanting Jamie in the shower with him, his virile young body writhing against him as Nico’s fingers explored his skin. Those full lips would be soft, pliant, as Nico took the kisses he craved. The perfect lips would travel lower, licking a path of fire down his body toward his aching cock, harder than he’d ever been before. Forgetting where he was, he groaned loudly when that hot mouth took him in deep.


He jumped when the bathroom door swung open.


“Are you—?” Jamie’s eyes grew enormous as they gazed at each other, and Nico’s heart leaped at the passion that ignited his face. Without a thought, he twisted the water off and stepped out of the shower. It thrilled him to the core when Jamie didn’t step back, held his ground, though Nico walked right up to him. Jamie’s gaze raked him head to toe, lingered on his engorged cock.


Chapter 8