In a quiet little bookstore, Holly hides the filthiest Christmas fantasies anyone could imagine.
Until the wrong Santa walks through the door.
Tattooed. Whiskey-scented. Dangerous.
He’s not here to deliver gifts—he’s here to unwrap her.
With a pack of runaway elves who prefer sin to sleighs, and a demon who punishes far better than he forgives, one night turns her innocent holiday into something wicked, wet, and utterly depraved.
She thought she was writing stories.
Now the stories are writing her.
