As car-jackings go, I know I lucked out. But still.
Christmas is rough.
Now I’m stuck in some tiny twinkle-light town with my plans to avoid the holiday hype blown to *holly* hell.
I’m starting to suspect there’s no escaping this lump of coal when a feisty redhead lands in my lap.
Suddenly, I know exactly what I want for Christmas.
Now I just have to convince her I’m not the naughty player she thinks I am and to give me a chance to score a permanent spot on her nice list.
*Dirty Christmas was previously published in the Scoring Over the Holidays collection