Tessa snuggled deeper into the covers. God, it felt so good to be wrapped up and warm. She had a vague recollection of a few moments of being cold before the warmth enveloped her but couldn’t imagine how that happened. An arm tightened around her and she sighed. Exactly where she wanted to be, she thought, smiling. Whoa…wait a minute. She sat up and raised a hand to her head. Her head should have been pounding if her memory served her correctly and for some strange reason, she felt wonderful.
The last thing she remembered was talking to Santa. Tessa also had the vague memory of looking down from an airplane window. Then it hit her…that wasn’t an airplane window…and this wasn’t her little house in Reno any more. Nah, she’d been dreaming, that had to be it.
She blinked her eyes and looked around. This wasn’t her room. And if it wasn’t her room, just where the hell was she? Whoever had decorated the room in the ever-popular style known as shabby chic had done a wonderful job.
The room had the most eclectic pieces of furniture that she’d ever seen. The bedside table and chest of drawers looked to be of a French design, while the armoire was Southwestern, like the bed. All appeared to be whitewashed with a clear white glaze. The bed that she found herself in consisted of large lodge poles, a downy mattress, mismatched sheets and blankets topped with the most beautiful comforter she had ever seen, thus making her very comfortable. But at the moment, she wasn’t sure that comfortable was where she wanted to be. Never in her life had she gotten so drunk she didn’t know where she’d land.
The arm tightened on her again and she moved the blanket slightly so she could see who shared the bed with her. A muscular arm dotted with a sprinkling of light amber hair was the first thing she saw. Pulling a little more on the cover, she exposed a wide chest with just a smattering of even darker hair. But the blanket still covered the man’s face, and she needed to see that face to understand why she was here. She never went to bed with strange men, but somehow this man didn’t seem like a stranger to her.
Tugging ever so gently, she removed the cover from the head resting on the pillow next to her. Oh, Lord, she’d died and gone to heaven. Stunned, she sat there and tried to put some perspective on what she saw.
The last she remembered, Jason Howell had dumped her...well, not really dumped her…she was never his girlfriend anyway. That, added to the fact that she hadn’t even slept with him made her pretty sure he only qualified as a friend. What was up with that? Never in her life had she had a boyfriend who didn’t touch her. That should have been her first clue.
But the man who lay beside her was nothing like the one in Reno. He was downright gorgeous. His amber hair hanging in lush waves to almost his shoulders made her want to run her fingers through it. His long limbs held just a touch of muscle and bulged in all the right places. A five o’clock shadow gave him that scruffy look she loved so much on a face with deep-set eyes and smooth lines. She tried to imagine what his eyes looked like when something caught her attention…his ears.
Oh, my God, Tessa thought, he has pointy ears. Leaning over him, she ever so lightly ran her fingertips over the cartilage protrusions. They felt soft and warm to the touch. She could really get into this. She jerked her hand back immediately when he began to stir. Waiting for a few moments, she reached out again to touch the luscious lobes when a hand caught her wrist.
“Do you know what that does to a man? A full grown elf-man?” the deep voice said sleepily.

After being told that the man she thought she'd marry will be asking his girlfriend to marry him, Tessa gets a little drunk on margaritas and starts baking. When Santa shows up, offering comfort, Tessa thinks she's just had way too much to drink. After talking with him for a few minutes, she falls asleep. And wakes up in bed with the most gorgeous man she's ever met...who also happens to have pointed ears.
Jedrick is a half-elf whose work is suffering. Santa assumes, probably rightly, that it's because of a lack of female companionship. No elf woman would have him because he's human-sized, and not elf-size. When Tessa arrives by sleigh, and expresses sincere interest in him, Jedrick begins to hope that he won't be alone anymore.
A View from Santa's Sleigh would've been the perfect Christmas story, if I'd gotten around to reading it then. It was very sweet and a tad sentimental. It was easy to see why Jedrick and Tessa became so close, so fast. Not only did they have similar personalities and sexual attraction, but both needed each other. This was definitely one of the sweetest erotic romances I've read. In fact, though it was somewhat explicit, I really felt I was reading a sensual romance, instead of erotic. The love scenes incorporated tenderness and need, without the intense erotic raunchiness I expect from and erotic romance. And that fit A View from Santa's Sleigh so much better than anything else would have. Throw in some truly interesting, and sometimes funny, secondary characters, and A View from Santa's Sleigh made a great read. In my mind, there are several categories of great romances, and this one is towards the top of my "Sweet Romances" list. I'm hoping to see some of the secondary characters with stories of their own.
Overall rating: 4 hearts
Sensuality rating: Very sensual
Reviewer: Tara Black

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