Mistletoe and Mischief

by Melissa Ivers

“What? No hug for me, Sweets?”

That deep melodic voice belongs to Sebastian’s snarky law partner, best friend, and the man who’s like a brother to him—but the bane of my existence. Nashton Wyatt.

Nashton is cocky. Bossy. Arrogant. Perfect for the spawn of Satan that he is.

Jules has the potential to make my life complicated, and I don’t do complicated very well. She’s the only woman who’s ever made me want to be more. To be a better man. To be good enough. But I can never be that guy. I can never be more.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” His growled order has me staring into the stormy blue of his eyes. “I want you to know who’s fucking you, Julia. Who gives you what you need.”

“It’s a one-night thing. Santa only gets to come once a year, but I’m going to make sure we both come multiple times before his ass goes back to the North Pole.”