Driving through a blizzard was the only way for Anora Snow to escape a holiday party, but on the way home she is transported and run over by Santa's sleigh. How will she explain this to her insurance company? He takes her home and shows her the workings of his Workshop, and she learns that there is more to Sahn-Tah Kelas than the rotund merry man. He is one sexy elf and he is out to claim Anora with every Christmas wish he can muster.

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She was hung over and had been playing tennis with a cannonball. It was the only explanation for the throbbing in her head and arm. The air smelled spicy, crisp and, when she opened her eyes, she knew that she was in a coma and hallucinating. The bed she was in was covered in red and black velvet, and the walls were lit from within. Jewels within glass. It looked like sculpted ice. That was not the most vivid of her dreams however. There was a beautiful man with snow-white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her, wearing only a red pair of trousers and a wide black belt.

“Whatever I had to drink, I should cut back on the dosage.” She shook her head and blinked several times, but her vision remained sitting there, smiling at her.

“You were not drinking at all. There was no trace of alcohol in your system.”

She shook her head gingerly. Nope. He was still devastating. “I was driving, right? No I don’t drink and drive. Never have. What hit me?”

Her mystery man took a deep breath. “My sleigh. I am Santa Claus.”

She lay back and absorbed that, then pulled the coverlet over her head. She had brain damage. That had to be it. The tugging on her covers made her look at her hallucination once again. He gathered the covers at her waist and helped her to sit up.

“You were driving in a blizzard, not the brightest of moves, and you travelled through a portal that brought you near my workshop. That is where your car was struck. The elves have brought your sedan here for repairs, but some of the newer ones are begging to learn to drive it. Do they have your permission?”

“Can they fix anything that they do to it?”

“Of course.”

“Tell them to go nuts then.” She thought about what she was agreeing to, “Okay, if what you are saying is real, and I personally think that this is a hallucination, then can the elves reach the pedals?”

His amazing blue eyes blinked at her for a moment and then he broke into laughter. He howled with mirth, his hair sliding forward to expose very pointy ears. Now she had to be delusional, he seemed to be an elf.

Oh. My. God. Her face burned with embarrassment. If he was an elf, he could definitely reach the pedals. He was six feet tall if he was an inch and very fully grown.

“You said your name was Santa?”

“Sahn-Tah Kelas, you may call me Sahn.”

“Anora Snow.”

His lips twitched again. “Snow?”

“No jokes, Snow.” She crossed her arms over her chest and that is when she noted two things. One, her right arm was in a splint, and two she was down to her holiday underwear. “What the hell happened? Did I hurt my arm in the crash?”

“No. That happened when you fell out of the sleigh upon landing. It was healed for you, but will still be tender for a few days to a week. The splint is the reminder for you to take it easy.”

“What about my clothes?”

“We had to cut them off. They were covered with blood and hampered our getting to your arm.” He seemed most reasonable, but he moved to the other side of the room and opened a large wardrobe. “The elves were fighting over who got to make clothing for you. Women’s clothes are not often seen around here.”

He pulled out a gown and brought it over to the bed. She admired the fabric for an instant before yanking it over her head to keep her skin from his view. The neckline was a little tight and she flailed about a bit before hands helped her straighten the fabric and smooth it over her body.

“Your eyes are black.”

She blinked. He was very close and he smelled like peppermint, cool and spicy at the same time. “Yeah, it is a weird thing, and it really throws people off.”

“I thought they would be brown.”

“So do most people.” She shrugged at him. The dress was snug and suddenly she was filled with a restless energy. “Can I go for a walk somewhere?”

“Certainly, but some of the elves here have gone a while without female companionship, so it would be best if I escorted you.”

“It sounds like a prison.”

“It is. This workshop is a penal facility used by the royal family of Underhill for those who have committed real or perceived crimes against the Fairy.” He tugged a dark green tunic into place and buckled his belt on top of it. “Shall we?”

“Can I get some shoes?”

He blushed. His face coloured brightly. He quickly moved back to the wardrobe and returned with soft suede boots and a pair of socks. Socks were not sexy, but they did make the boots fit better. Properly attired, she nodded, “Let’s go. I need to walk.”

The gown fell to her ankles and Sahn held her hand as she stabilized after lying in bed for an unknown period. When she looked up at him and smiled, “Ready and stable,” they were on their way.

The doors to the bedroom swung open and the hallway took her breath away. It was carved of glass or ice, the floor a reassuring white while the walls were transparent. Sahn kept a slow pace as she took a look at everything. They were walking on a gallery, which overlooked the workshop. Over a hundred elves were visible, each forming something with their hands and then dropping it onto a conveyor belt. The elves that she saw were not the cute cherubs of modern tales, but tall strapping examples of masculinity with pointed ears and the flowing hair of other centuries. Wow.

“You should see the men in the wrapping department.” The hot breath was in her ear and she blushed as she realized that she had been caught staring. She couldn’t help it, one of the elves had bent over as she looked and fired her a wink that melted her heart. Well, if her heart was located between her thighs.