Tangled in Tinsel (The More the Merrier, #1)

by Trilina Pucci

Jesus, is it hot in here? And did I just say girthy? Stop being a whore. JUST STOP BEING A WHORE.

“Tell her,” I challenge, huffing a laugh, “and I’ll tell her that you only go to church because you’re trying to fuck the priest after you read about it happening in some fucking romance book.” “Ohhhhhh…” The word is drawn out like the line of battle. “Low blow. That book is fucking spiritual self-care.”

IT REALLY IS

Dear Santa, I’ve even been a very good girl this year. And all I want for Christmas is Alec, Reed, Jace, and Cole…without a pregnancy or an STD. Thank you.

Page 7, paragraph 2: There are no rules once you’ve been gang-banged under the mistletoe.

Noted

Crack is wack. Whitney said so. I’ve got to get my shit together. Maybe first I should stop pretending that this is all about sex. It may have started that way, but I fear I’ve caught an STD of the heart, and no amount of penicillin will cure it.

I’ll be honest. I’ve been on borrowed time. My well-shorn lady bits were about to turn into a 1970s bush.