Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses
A spicy winter collection that contains the following titles:
Just the Tip
He broke into my house, watched me sleep.
He was dressed in black and wore a mask, telling me I could run but he’d catch me.
It was just the tip… of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just the tip of sweetness and fear that held me close and refused to let me go.
All I could do was surrender. It was bittersweet and an encounter I didn’t know if I’d live to see the end of.
His Big Package
We’d been thrown together for the holidays, him playing Santa and me Mrs. Claus.
It was a professional relationship that turned out to be anything but.
And my inexperience should have had me frightened by the way he looked at me… like he imagined me naked and spread eagle just for him.
1214 Bad Boy Ave.
He was a decade older, rough around the edges, covered in tattoos, and so muscular I couldn’t help but feel like he’d snap me in half… in the best of ways.
I sure as hell wanted to be bent like his personal pretzel.
But could I really be his roommate?
My libido wouldn’t survive, but I was up for the challenge.
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