All by My Elf (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #3)

by Olivia Dade

At the end of her marriage, she couldn’t even have imagined being so seen and desired.

“Go ahead and play, Nina.” His voice was rough but resolute. “I’m all yours.”

“According to Claudia, even if I’d followed you around all day with a sign reading ‘Please accept my deep and abiding nerd-love, Nina,’ I couldn’t have been any more obvious about my feelings.”

Two or three years into their marriage, her ex-husband had become her roommate more than her lover. And by the end, she might as well have been a light fixture in their shared home: useful for illuminating his path but rarely noticed directly. A fundamentally static object, without needs and desires of its own.