Tic-Tac-Mistletoe (Hartbridge Christmas, #1)

by N.R. Walker

“If you don’t kiss under mistletoe, a Christmas angel dies rather horrifically. I don’t make the rules, Hamish.”

“I’m not freaking out,” I said, trying not to freak out. “You’re having a baby! I’m going to be an uncle. Holy shit, I’m going to be an uncle.” I put my hand to my forehead. “An uncle to an actual human baby.”