Four For Christmas By R. G. Alexander

51uiiFDl68L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA278_PIkin4,BottomRight,-64,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_There was a part of her that still wanted all the holiday magic to be true. Still knew every carol by heart. Still believed every cliched phrase that told her if she were really good, something amazing would happen to her–that love, like Santa himself, was real. You just had to have faith.

“Yeah, right,” she muttered, wrapping her scarf around her neck and mouth and bracing herself before opening the driver’s side door. “It is not a wonderful life and no, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus. There are just people like Connie’s friend Charli, who are never alone, and people like you…who always will be.”

Which was fine with her. Who needed three demanding men always looking over her shoulder? Three men who each wanted all of her attention. It sounded like three potential heartbreaks waiting to happen. And far too kinky and complicated for someone like her to contemplate. Just the physical aspects alone boggled her mind. There were only so many positions after all.

I don’t normally review erotica…mainly because I don’t feel erotica is all that read-worthy most of the time. It’s just a fun escape from time to time with no real connection or storyline. This one, however, was different. It actually had a storyline that drew me in.

Georgia (who is from Louisiana) was on her way to visit her friend Connie, when she becomes stranded in the Colorado mountains with a flat tire. While she’s changing the tire, her dog decides that she has to “go”. Georgia lets the dog out of the car to do her business.

When the dog doesn’t come back, Georgia goes out looking for her. What she finds instead is an unconscious big, broad-shouldered man on an over-turned snowmobile with a sad looking Charlie Brown Christmas tree on the back of it.

She drags snowmobile guy to her car and hoists him in. During a moment when he wakes up momentarily, all he can say to her is that he has to go get the tree. Georgia goes back to get it but is so tired, that she almost passes out. That’s when she meets the snow patrol…

When she finally wakes up, a friendly doctor is watching over her, nursing her back to health. It’s only then that she realizes that snowmobile guy (Flynn), snow patrol guy (Jimmy) and Doc (Chris) are all related…well, sort of…they’re foster brothers, all who escaped the same foster family hell.

Each man vies for her attention, but she doesn’t want just one…she wants them all. But how can she have them all? Her friend Connie told of her friend Charli who had the “Orgy Palace”, who routinely did this sort of thing. It sickened her to think of doing such things, and yet, she couldn’t help but fantasize about each and every one of them, pleasuring her beyond belief.

What makes this story different?

There’s another foster brother who was killed while in the Marines. The guys at the cabin were meeting there because it’s what their “brother” wanted for them to do. From their being together, to the Charlie Brown Christmas tree and the letters from their dead brother (Nick), it had tears flowing down my face.

Yup, you read right…tears. Then there was the second letter from the dead brother. The letters, BTW, were given to the “brothers” by a friend of Nick’s after he died.

This book was more than just hot, steamy sex. It was about fate and love, finding something in herself that she thought she had lost, and about family…even if the family you’re with aren’t blood.

I don’t usually recommend erotic stories but I would recommend this one. 5 stars!

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6 responses to “Four For Christmas By R. G. Alexander

  1. Well, that’s a completely different take…

    Good review!

  2. Ah, memories of my younger years. Just kidding. Great review and the book does sound kind of fun.

  3. Wants all of them? How selfish. She needs to share. I like the idea of this book. Nice review as always.

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