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    Better Not Pout
    Better Not Pout
    Better Not Pout
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    Better Not Pout

    By Kat Savage

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    From USA Today bestselling author Kat Savage comes a fun little holiday novella involving a brother's best friend, his "Santa bag" of toys, and a bet placed one drunken Christmas night. This laugh-out-loud spicy rom-com brings you a little kink, a lot of heart, and many Christmas-themed puns and innuendos.

    Lacy and Dalton have been locked in a decade-long flirtation—one that's built…ahem…a lot of tension. 

    Christmas night ten years ago, Lacy went on about her ten-year plan, how she'll be married, have a kid, the perfect career… and Dalton couldn't help himself. So he proposed a bet: If Lacy's plan fails, if she finds she didn't check off those goals, she'll spend her holiday vacation secluded with Dalton. 

    In her drunken state, she agrees, figuring she has ten whole years to meet her goals. Except, now time is up. And she definitely isn't married, let alone ushering children. She doesn't have her dream job either. Her brother's best friend was right. 

    Lacy has lost the bet. And now it's time to pay up. When she finds herself at a cabin in the middle of snowy nowhere with Dalton and his bag of kink, she's eager to pay that debt.

    Her crush on him runs deep and she's hoping this hot little holiday isn't just for fun. Maybe for Christmas this year, she'll be a ho ho ho and land the stone-cold fox who's had her heart since she was a teenager. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKat Savage
    Release dateNov 19, 2024
    ISBN9798227092359
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      Better Not Pout - Kat Savage

      BETTER NOT POUT

      KAT SAVAGE

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2024 by Kat Savage

      No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

      www.thekatsavage.com

      [email protected]

      Cover Design by Kat Savage

      Formatted by J.R. Rogue

      CONTENTS

      DOES THIS MAKE ME A MISTLE-HO?

      BE MY HO HO HO

      SANTA (DADDY) IS IN THE HOUSE

      BETTER NOT POUT

      OPERATION RUDOLPH

      MILK AND COOKIES

      COMING DOWN THE CHIMNEY

      LOTS OF TOYS AND GOODIES

      STUFFED STOCKINGS

      TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT

      ON VIXEN

      LET IT SNOW

      HOLIDAY MIRACLE

      ONE YEAR LATER

      Also By Kat Savage

      About the Author

      DOES THIS MAKE ME A MISTLE-HO?

      LACY

      I lost a bet. But to be fair, I haven’t been trying too hard to win the bet either. Of course, I wasn’t trying to lose per se. Let me start over. Exactly nine Christmases and three hundred sixty-three days ago, I was drunk on a combination of mimosas, eggnog, and tequila with my older brother and his best friend. Everyone else had gone to bed.

      Christmas Day had started with mimosas and unwrapping gifts, then eggnog in the afternoon, and as the night wound down, we sat around the dining room table talking bullshit and taking shots of tequila. The specifics of the conversation that ensued were lost to hangover fog and the years between that moment and now don’t help. But my brother’s best friend—Dalton Ford—owns my ass this holiday season.

      It was only after I sobered up sometime on the twenty-sixth that I was informed of the rules. Basically, I bet this man I’d be married with two kids by now. Because in the arrogance of my youth, I had a ten-year plan I was certain I would achieve. And he said something like, In ten years, if you haven’t achieved your goals, you spend Christmas to New Years with me so I can remind you how badly you failed. I’m paraphrasing, of course.

      And then we shook on it. Actually, we spit in our palms and then shook on it like germy heathens, but the tequila was calling the shots at that point. Pun intended.

      My brother, Ryan, offered to get me out of it, but I refused. I mean, at the time, I had ten years to win. Ten freaking years. And guess what? I’m not married or even engaged. Hell, I don’t even have a boyfriend. I don’t have kids, unless you count my bearded dragon, Drogo. Personally, I do. But for the sake of the bet, I don’t think his cute little ass counts. I also don’t have my dream job yet. I haven’t purchased my first home. And my savings account is nowhere near where I said it would be. I’m pretty much failing on all points. My life is in shambles compared to where I said I would be right now.

      I’ve been packing my bags for the past hour, and I have no idea what I’m doing. Aside from staring at this pair of bright red Christmas socks that arrived with a note earlier this morning, I haven’t been able to put much into the suitcase. Of course, I blame my ADHD for that. I’d also be lying if I said I hadn’t read that note like twenty times.

      Lacy,

      I hope you’re ready to pay your debts.

      xo,

      Dalton

      It’s a well-known fact to pretty much everyone in our circle that Dalton and I have always had a certain… tension between us. Sexual tension, that is. Ryan and Dalton are only two years older than me, so our friend circles collided early on. In fact, Dalton was my brother’s best man when he married one of my best friends. I was the maid of honor. So it’s not as if Dalton and I haven’t been around each other over the past decade. He’s been to plenty of family holidays, we’ve taken friend vacations, and we even attended his grandmother’s funeral years ago. The point is, we’re intertwined, so it’s not as if I’m flitting off to spend the holiday with a stranger. 

      I stop staring at the socks long enough to shove them into the suitcase, along with a week’s worth of outfits and two week’s worth of panties. Why do I do it? Hell if I know. But I also know I’m not the only woman who does. I don’t know if we think we’re going to shit our pants every day of our trip, but I do know we are prepared if it happens. Judging by the location I was given, along with the note, we’re going to be in the woods at a cabin, so I packed a variety of options. 

      But if you want to know the truth, I would be perfectly happy to spend the entire time naked. That’s right, I said it. I’ve done my best to completely ignore the tension between us since I’ve known him. He’s my brother’s best friend, and it felt weird at first. But after those feelings subsided, it was just never the right time. One or the other of us was always dating someone. I’d gone off to college a few hours from home. And so on.

      Honestly, I don’t know what he means by pay your debts, but what I do know is that if Dalton Ford wants me to get on my knees and suck his candy cane, I definitely will. I might also let him stuff my chimney. Unwrap my presents. You get the picture.

      BE MY HO HO HO

      DALTON

      Timing has never been a friend of mine. At least not when the objective involved Lacy

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