In the second book in best-selling author Trinity Blacio’s Naughty series, newly married Annabelle, who has just given birth to triplets, must decide if she is ready to try her hand at the family business: Christmas!
Will she be able to convince her three husbands that her new project, the Elves Hot Line--a help line for overwhelmed parents-- won't get in the way of raising their children? Will her project be able to distract her from what she really wants--her masters' touch, all three of them, before someone else tries to kill them?
Marcus and Lance, twin vampire brothers, and Alocer, an alien dragon shifter warrior, know their wife is still trying to find her place in their paranormal family, but they are bound to keep her and their children protected at all costs. Slowly, their secret has spread, that the beasts of the Christmas legend would save the innocent. But while some are happy the prophecy has arrived, others will try to destroy them, by killing the one thing that holds the three of them together: their Naughty Angel.
Eden and Lily were in the family room when she sat in her favorite chair. “What did my son do now?” Lily asked as both women turned to her.
She shrugged and picked up her laptop, turning it on. “Nothing really, I’m just tired of feeling like a feeding station. The babies eat, my men feed me. It used to be fun, sexy to feed from them, but now it’s like a duty. I think I’ll just drink from one of the bottles in the cellar, instead of feeding from them.”
Lance leaned against the doorway and frowned at her. “There is no need for you to feed from the donated blood when we can feed you, Annabelle. It’s better that you have our blood running through you. It’s strong.”
“Lance, go away. I have work to do and I’ll feed how I want to. Don’t you have a trip to pack and plan for?”
He moved into the room, Marcus and Alocer behind him, now carrying all three babies, but Lily and Eden intercepted the men as they reached for the babies. “Stop right there. We’re going to take these little monsters over to my home for the night. I have all the milk Annabelle has pumped earlier. They can feed from me and your father.” Eden tapped her foot.
“One day early is not going to hurt Annabelle. You will spend your last night here, with your mate, and by God, I better see her smiling tomorrow or I will personally turn all three of you into snowmen!” Eden snapped and led Lilly out of the family room with the babies.
