Silent Night, Filthy Night
He was supposed to help me move into my new apartment. Instead, he ended up in my head… and then in my bed, ruining me for every man in Denver.
Leaving Chicago for my dream job should’ve been the hard part. Turns out starting over is lonelier than I expected.
Enter Cole Bristol. My best friend’s older brother.
The former bad boy every girl in our hometown obsessed over is now six feet two inches of temptation with forearms thicker than a Christmas tree.
One darts lesson puts his chest against my back.
One drink leads to a kiss that wrecks my common sense.
And one flat tire in a snowstorm leaves us with one motel bed… and a filthy night that definitely doesn’t stay silent.
Now we’re pretending we didn’t tear into each other like a Christmas present while his mom serves gingerbread and my best friend has no idea I’m falling for her brother.
Until a mistletoe kiss gets us caught by his entire family—and the neighborhood carolers.
Christmas just got complicated. And by complicated, I mean I might’ve blown up a fifteen-year friendship… and fallen stupidly, wildly, hopelessly in love doing it.
Unwrapped
Opening my dream bakery with my best friend should mean late nights kneading dough and dusting sugar cookies with holiday magic.
What I don’t expect?
Asher Mercer. Chicago’s most eligible bachelor, our potential investor, and the star of every high school daydream I ever had.
He’s still devastatingly handsome and wickedly charming. And sitting across from him while he studies our business proposal has my composure threatening to crack.
I’m not the quiet girl hiding behind textbooks anymore. I’ve spent years building this dream, convincing myself love is an ingredient I don’t have time to measure.
But Asher keeps showing up with questions about dreams that have nothing to do with profit margins.
My walls start crumbling. Then one kiss beneath the mistletoe changes everything.
With success finally within reach, do I stick to my carefully measured plans—or risk my heart on something sweeter?
After all, some of the best desserts require turning up the heat.
Stuffed
’Tis the season for second chances, and mine just walked in wearing a perfectly tailored tux and a Scrooge-worthy scowl.
Zane Mercer—the bad boy who stole my dark chocolate espresso cookies in high school—is even more delicious ten years later.
Thanks to his younger brother Asher’s investment, my best friend Ivy and I are finally opening our dream bakery in downtown Chicago.
Everything is sugar and spice until Zane starts criticizing our plans while undressing me with those ice-blue eyes.
I can’t tell if he wants to shut us down or pin me under the mistletoe.
He keeps finding excuses to get me alone. Our arguments start feeling like foreplay. And beneath his frosty exterior, I catch glimpses of a man who could melt every last defense I have.
When he threatens to stuff my stocking with coal for testing his legendary control? Suddenly, the naughty list sounds pretty tempting.
Everyone says mixing business with pleasure is a recipe for disaster.
But with Christmas approaching and our chemistry getting hotter than fresh gingerbread, I don’t care what ends up in my stocking—as long as it’s from him.
Naughty or Nice
Dear Santa, I know I’m supposed to be nice, but this year, I need to be really naughty.
Oh, and I need a BIG favor—Carson Wells, wearing nothing but a pretty bow under my Christmas tree.
Xoxo, Felicity
Look, I’m desperate, okay?
I’ve been the kid sister, sidekick, and friend-zone queen since I was seven. Growing up next door to my best friend was pure, wonderful… torture.
I’ve loved Carson for as long as I can remember. But wishing he’d fall for me has gotten me nowhere.
This Christmas, that changes.
Forget waiting for romance. I’m going straight for seduction.
I know Santa won’t approve, but I’m done being nice. It’s time for Carson Wells to see my naughty side once and for all.
A Very Bossy Christmas
“Sweetheart, I know exactly how to handle you.”
Those eight little words whispered by my boss were my undoing. What happened next definitely landed me on Santa’s naughty list.
If one man can suck the joy out of Christmas, it’s my boss, Damon Wells.
After a day involving a towed car, coffee down my blouse, and a Chicago slush bath, you’d think he’d show some mercy.
Instead, he threatens to fire me.
Yet somehow, I’m spending the holidays with him at my family’s house. Two minutes after arriving, he introduces himself as my boyfriend—and my minor panic becomes a five-alarm holiday meltdown.
He wasn’t supposed to pretend to be anything.
He definitely wasn’t supposed to promote himself to fiancé and stick his tongue down my throat in front of my family.
And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.
Now he’s sliding my grandmother’s diamond onto my finger. The same ring I thought my ex would give me before he dumped me.
The same ex who just showed up at our holiday party.
All I want for Christmas? To forget how good my boss is in the bedroom before my heart gets other ideas.
Dashing Mr. Snow
“Maybe we can be a little naughty. You want to be naughty for me, right?”
Getting dumped before Christmas was bad enough. Walking in on my naked billionaire boss and seeing his candy cane? That has me headed straight for a lump of coal.
Alex Snow has a reputation for being intimidating—not in an arrogant bosshole way, but in an “I value my privacy above all else” way.
So imagine his delight when I mistake his bedroom for his home office just as he steps out of the shower. His towel drops. My papers scatter. And I end up on my knees for all the wrong reasons.
What should end my career sparks an unlikely friendship. One that has me spilling my secrets when we get stuck in an elevator.
Then a mistletoe kiss awakens something I never knew I wanted. He pushes my limits, making demands that have me begging to stay on the naughty list.
But when he comes home with me for the holidays as just a friend, lines blur—and my ex returns, saying everything I once wanted to hear.
Now I’m questioning whether I’m nursing a broken heart, playing with forbidden lust… or already in love with my boss, the Dashing Mr. Snow.
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