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Dedication

To Will. Thank you for sweater inspiration and all the support I could ask for.

Wild R Christmas by Silvia Violet

Cover art by Meredith Russell

Edited by Alison Todd

manner whatsoever without written permission except in brief quotations

embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Published in the United States of America.

Wild R Christmas is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are

either the product of the author’s imagination or are fictionalized. Any

resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Jonah tensed when the screen door squeaked. Someone was about to step into

the farmhouse kitchen and interrupt his time with his husband. He’d really been

looking forward to a kiss too.

Cole groaned and pushed away from Jonah. “What now?” The wolf’s growl

came through in his voice.

“Just getting some coffee,” Billy replied, a look of confusion on his face.

Billy was the Wild R Farm barn manager and for years he’d been foregoing the

cheap, bitter shit they passed off for coffee in the bunkhouse in favor of the

superior blend Cole brewed.

Cole scowled. “Don’t you have your own fucking coffee?”

“Jesus, what’s got you so worked up this morning?” Billy, like the rest of the

long term workers at the Wild R Farm, was well used to Cole’s grumpiness. Jonah

himself usually found it rather sexy.

“I’m fucking tired of stumbling over someone every time I turn around. I

want some fucking privacy.”

“You could lock the door,” Billy suggested.

“Like that would do any good.”

Billy tilted his head, seeming to ponder Cole’s words. “I reckon Will might

pull it off the hinges if he wasn’t expecting it. Bear shifters don’t know their own

strength sometimes.”

Cole huffed. “Days like today I just want to kick everybody out and have the

place to myself again.”

Jonah knew better than to be hurt by his husband's comments. Cole cared

about all the people who worked the farm, and he loved Jonah, but he’d been

pushing himself too hard lately. Jonah didn’t think he’d been away from the farm

for more than a single night since he’d inherited it years ago. Even when he did go

away, it was only to attend a horse show or look at a horse he was thinking of