New Yorker, Charisma Moon let a dream howl right past her for the prospect of an advancing career. Now, it’s less than a week until Christmas, she’s single and she’s ... fired! When her newlywed bestie, Zhara invites her to join her in Maine for the holiday’s she jumps. Not only for the chance... show more
New Yorker, Charisma Moon let a dream howl right past her for the prospect of an advancing career. Now, it’s less than a week until Christmas, she’s single and she’s ... fired!
When her newlywed bestie, Zhara invites her to join her in Maine for the holiday’s she jumps.
Not only for the chance to visit her friend again, but also to make peace with the boyfriend and relationship she bungled, since he too lives in the same town as Zhara.
She believes in the magic of Christmas, but not even a miracle can restore her broken heart or the one she shattered, namely Starls.
But in a town that holds both Tiger and Wolf shifters cohabitating peacefully, anything is possible... including forgiveness.
Though it was cold as hell outside, between whatever was in the eggnogs, the heat that felt to be on full blast, and the lousy sweater she wore, Charisma began to bead with perspiration. She fanned herself with the small square coaster her drink had sat on when she caught an odd sight. Two people, not one, coming from the bathroom. While not normally odd, the fact one was a man and the other a woman proved someone had gotten lucky tonight.
“Can I get you another one, little lady?” the older bartender asked.
“Nope, think I better cut myself off…” The bathroom man turned her way.
No fucking way he did some blonde bimbo bitch in the bathroom of a Christmas party.
He didn’t see her standing there with her heart in her throat and tears dampening her eyes. Hell, no. The two-timing ass was far too wrapped around the hussy in a black leather mini. His hands cupped her ass, and be damned as hell if her red-acrylic-nailed hands didn’t drop to his balls for a quick squeeze before they seemed to remember they were in a public place.
Motherfucker wasn’t Santa, though.