Author: Ana Raine, Anne Kane, Ayla Ruse, Isabella Jordan, J. Hali Steele, Julia Talbot, Lily Vega, Megan Slayer, Saloni Quinby, Sara Jay, Sean Michael, Tuesday Morrigan
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy
Themes: Bisexual, Pansexual & Gender Non-Conforming, Christmas, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Magic, Shapeshifters, Werewolves
Series: Changeling Seasons (Print) (#8)
Multiverse: Changeling Seasons (#2)
Book Length: Print
Page Count: 424
Twelve tales of Seasonal Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!
Santa’s Clause by J. Hali Steele: Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!
Strange Bedfellows by Julia Talbot: One dentist Elf. Two lumberjacks. A Christmas deadline. Peppermint can’t even cool them off.
Shifter’s Challenge by Megan Slayer: Time to see what magic Christmas has in store for Steve, a black cat shifter, and Landon the Elf
Oh My Deer by Saloni Quinby: Will the sexy reindeer shifter Jake rescued return on Christmas, or disappear forever?
A Reckless Gift by Ayla Ruse: Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star…
Naughty, Naughty by Lily Vega: Maisy wants Santa’s Elf, Zed, and the special toy he crafted for naughty girls, all to herself.
Bad Elf, No Candy Cane by Sean Michael: Sent to bring Syllabub back to the Pole, Power decides he’d rather play games with the Elf.
Quality Control by Tuesday Morrigan: Maya, head of Quality Control, never expects to be at the mercy of St. Nick’s nephew’s wicked magic.
Xander by Ana Raine: Can Xander and Walter the Elf find their own Christmas magic right here at home?
Puppy Love by Anne Kane: Who can resist a stubborn werewolf with a wicked sense of humor?
Letting Go by Sara Jay: Jack Frost is after the Snow Queen’s heart, and this winter he may just get his Christmas wish.
Wrapped In A Bow by Isabella Jordan: Discipline is tough — even in Santa’s Workshop.
Publisher’s Note: The novellas in A Changeling For All Seasons 8 (Box Set) have been previously published.
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Excerpt from Bad Elf, No Candy Cane
Power got off the plane at McDonald Cartier International, walking down the damn halls with the rest of the sheep, moving in the direction they were being herded. Once he was down the escalator, he found the exit and looked for the cabstand — every airport had one. Sure enough, there it was to the left, and he joined the line of people waiting.
He was not a happy Elf.
It was July, for fuck’s sake. Which meant it was damn hot in Ottawa. He should have been back home, sitting on his front porch with his heavy-duty sunglasses on, watching the sunlight dance over the snow. You could get away with a hoodie in the summer while the sun shone back home. Not here. Most of civilization was far enough south that they were legitimately hot during the summer, and Ottawa was proving to be no exception.
Power supposed it could have been worse — his target could have gone even farther south, like down into the States or even South America. Hell, if the target had been really serious, he would have headed for the Sahara.
Of course maybe then the Big Guy would have flown Power in the private jet instead of making him go commercial. Then again, maybe not. Claus was a total penny pincher and a slave driver to boot. Power couldn’t really blame the Elves who tried to slip their bonds of servitude, but that didn’t stop him from dragging them back to the toy factory when they tried to run. It wasn’t like there was an Elf Union to take complaints to, now, was there?
The line at the cabstand was moving quickly, and it didn’t take long before he was climbing into the back of a cab and telling the driver to take him downtown. In his experience, the middle of things was always the best place to start.
As soon as they were on their way, Power pulled out his tablet and called up his target’s file.
Christmas bless. No wonder he’d run, with a name like that.
Power looked through the rest of the file, trying to figure out where Syllabub would be. He always started downtown on these missions because what Elf left the North Pole toy factory and went to suburbia? None of them, in his experience.
It didn’t take very long to get to the downtown core, the driver stopping in front of the Parliament Buildings. Power handed over a couple twenties, grabbed a receipt and shouldered his backpack.
Stepping out of the way of foot traffic, he closed his eyes and opened his senses, looking for that glimmer that could only be one of his kind. Syllabub was a candy maker so he needed to find a bakery or a candy shop. No matter how much you tried, you were who you were. There was no denying it.
Power was an enforcer. Syllabub was a candy maker. Ice and Lolly made dolls. It was a fact of life.
The scents of sugar and dough filtered their way into Power’s nose. There, to the left, across the canal. It was as good a place to start as any, and he headed off in that direction. A store would have air conditioning, right? Because he didn’t like this heat for a second. He wasn’t sure running away was worth this heat.
As he went he could feel a sparkle, a sizzle of magic. Oh ho, someone had found himself a home. Syllabub was putting down roots, and it was beginning to show.