The Conventry Carol

Santa smut and...cannibalism? Why the hell not? I've read worse. ;) Here's Ashlyn Drewek's "The Conventry Carol."

["Instead of eggnog and peppermint lattes, Caspar Payne prefers to drown his hatred of the most obnoxious holiday ever with whiskey. Except, alcohol and sadness can be a deadly combination and when he finds himself teetering on the edge of a bridge on Christmas Eve, the last thing he expects is a hot AF guardian angel in a Santa coat.

To make matters worse, the mysterious stranger claims he’s the son of Santa—as in the Santa Claus. Caspar isn’t inclined to believe him until a cannibal hitman shows up with every intention of collecting Caspar’s soul.

If they can make it to January, it’ll be a Christmas miracle."]

Well, it's not Santa smut. Because Santa (in this story) is a fucking asshole. Like, live ruining, hitman hiring, grounding an adult child asshole. 

Annnnnyway...Caspar is the main and only reasons for the trigger warnings below. He's lonely and alone (they're different things--if you know, you know) and feeling sorry for himself and hating life and hating people and hating Christmas. Nick is the only bright and happy thing in his life (until he abandons him, too--spoiler alert). 

Nick has never felt seen. Not by his father (fucking Santa Clause himself), not by his mother, and not by his brothers. But Caspar, he understands Caspar on a visceral level. So when Caspar tries to kill himself, of course he steps in, even if it leads to more drama, more harassment, more treats from his father. Nick would do anything for Caspar. 

This story is a semi-dark romance. It's dark and twisty (and not in the fun ways). The trigger warnings need to be taken seriously. The suicide attempts and depressive thoughts are on-page and descriptive as hell. 

Trigger Warnings: suicidal ideations and attempts, alcohol use, and more.

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