A Very Krampus Holiday by Katee Robert
15 pages • ⭐️⭐️⭐️ • 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
That’s right. Fifteen pages. One-five. So if you opened this expecting Great Expectations, that’s on you and your Victorian delusions.
What you do get is a filthy, depraved cannonball straight into Krampus smut that is absolutely the perfect starter shot for your holiday filth marathon. Think of it as a peppermint-flavored sin chaser.
This thing is outlandish in every direction. The spice? Unholy. If I wasn’t firmly on the naughty list before, Saint Nick has definitely filed a formal complaint now. For a story this short, the letter-to-spice ratio is obscene. Every consonant and vowel is doing overtime.
Katee, as always, shows up to do the Lord’s work and by “Lord” I mean whoever is in charge of panty-soaking demon degeneracy. I did not have “reconsidering two-horned monsters dragging me into the pits of hell” on my holiday bingo card, yet here we are. If it is only fifteen pages, maybe being dragged off screaming isn’t the worst way to spend an evening.
If you are craving longing, yearning, tender feelings, and holiday heartstring tugging, keep walking. This is not your cocoa-and-cuddles read.
If you want your brain gently concussed by “what in the kink exploration did I just agree to” smut, this might be exactly your flavor.
Also. It is fifteen. pages. Just take the win and let Krampus rearrange your holiday spirit. 🎄🔥
Book Slut 