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Malmö, Sweden, 1996

Sofie Andersson is a dyslectic born under the star sign Aries, who drives the local buses for a living. Her hobbies include knitting terrible hats and intermittent lesbianism. This December she is on the point of moving into her first flat of her own, figuring out her place in the world, when an instant attraction to a handsome stranger leads her to question everything she's taken for granted.

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Release dateDec 3, 2018
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Elna Holst

Elna Holst writes lesbian erotic fiction, reads Tolstoy and plays contract bridge. A devoted fan of the short story form, her publications include bite-sized textual effusions in anthologies like the longstanding Best Lesbian Erotica series, The New Urge Reader 2 and Rule 34: Weird and Wonderful Fetish Erotica.She is currently at work on a novel-length project.

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    Little x - Elna Holst

    A NineStar Press Publication

    Published by NineStar Press

    P.O. Box 91792,

    Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87199 USA.

    www.ninestarpress.com

    Little x

    Copyright © 2018 by Elna Holst

    Cover Art by Natasha Snow Copyright © 2018

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact NineStar Press at the physical or web addresses above or at Contact@ninestarpress.com.

    Printed in the USA

    First Edition

    December, 2018

    eBook ISBN: 978-1-949909-50-0

    Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content, which may only be suitable for mature readers.

    Little x

    A Tinsel and Spruce Needles Romance

    Elna Holst

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    About the Author

    I

    MALMÖ, SWEDEN, 1996

    She had managed to get a stain on herself, first thing. Fiffi huffed, letting the doors of the bus stay open as she brought out a wet wipe from her holdall to clean herself off. A passenger in one of the front seats glared at her, a man in his fifties, dressed in a camel-hair overcoat and looking much too posh to be travelling on the bus in the first place. She smiled sweetly at him.

    Don’t worry, I’ll get you there on time.

    The man’s mouth fell open. Oh, Fiffi knew the type. He probably had never considered her as a fellow human being in the first place, capable of deduction, of speech—no, she was a means to an end, a handy, robotic servant. A bus driver.

    Well, that last bit was true.

    She started up the engines again and prepared to pull out from her stop at Stortorget, where the huge Christmas tree had already been put up in the middle of the square, when someone knocked maniacally at the half-closed doors, a voice crying out, Miss, Miss!

    Miss? In her initial confusion, Fiffi wondered exactly what she had missed, but as the doors slid open to let on a gangly, startlingly handsome boy wearing squeaky-clean, cherry-red baseball shoes and a jersey with the faded lettering NYU, it dawned on her that he might have been addressing her; he might have been speaking English. Miss. She almost laughed. Helter-skelter, she felt as if she had been thrown onto the set of some quaint costume drama, like Helena Bonham Carter in her (guilty secret) favourite film: A Room with a View, based on the novel by E.M. Forster. Not that she’d read the novel. Truth was, since she had been let out of the prison of compulsory education, she rarely opened a book.

    Thanks. The boy pushed his geeky-looking, broad-rimmed specs up his forehead and wiped a light sheen of sweat off his face. Phew, I thought I’d missed ya.

    More miss-ing, but yes: definitely anglophone. American, even. Fiffi couldn’t bring herself to speak. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand what he was saying—she did, and she could answer him, theoretically. In her head, she spoke a smooth, flawless (well, irreproachable, at least) variant of English, though when she opened her mouth to pronounce the words they had a tendency to come out heavily accented. But the language barrier wasn’t really the problem. It was…

    I am going to be late for a very important meeting. I will file a complaint, just so you know. Camel-hair’s face had gone an unpleasant shade of ruddy crimson. His jowls were shaking. His watery eyes levelled her with a spiteful stare.

    Oh! Fiffi started. She felt odd,

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