Naughty or Nice (Wintermore #1)

by Sophie Snow

“Fucking Christmas,” I mutter, and he grins. “Sounds like something someone on the naughty list would say, sugar.”

“Do you have a place like this? Somewhere you can just be?” I can see it on my face on the tiny screen; I found it. And it turns out it’s not a place after all. It’s her.

“Wintermore isn’t home, Henry. You are.”