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78 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 7, 2019

"You're prickly and a little uptight."
"Am not," I deny…
“I'm into it," he says,
"You're kind of a jerk," I point out.
"Maybe I am." He smiles against my neck. "But you're into it.”

I don't want to brag but I was Miss Candy Cane Princess seven years ago. I know it might be a little vain, but I still have the tiara. I use it as my tree topper because being Miss Candy Cane Princess was my childhood dream. That and working for the Flying Reindeer Toy Company when I grew up.

"Alles, was ich zu Weihnachten möchte, ist einen Kuss von dir,"
I shouldn't be thinking about doing things with him that would put me on top of Santa's naughty list.
Yet I do. I think those things.
I'm feeling suffocated in this car. Suffocated by all the different versions of Nick dancing in my head.
The tone of his voice sounds like every filthy thought I've ever had coated in a candy-cane sugar glaze.
"If you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would you ask for?" I question while we're waiting for the shopkeeper to bag up my collection of gingerbread. He's silent and I'm not sure he heard me so I turn, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Nothing I can have," he answers, and he seems uncomfortable, not looking directly at me.
"Holly," Ginger chastises. "Where is your seasonal spirit? Is there no room at the Vagina Inn for Nick?"
"Oh, my God, you did not just say that." I shove chocolates behind the new doors and start to gather my things.
Kissing Nick is like finding out that Santa is coming twice this year. And he's bringing things you didn't even think about putting on your list.
I've got the nervous energy of an elf who overindulged in candy canes.
Oh, my Santa Claus, please stop talking!
I stand a little straighter. Be brave like Rudolph, I remind myself.




