Dark Christmas
I thought my neighbor was just a grumpy recluse.
Turns out, he’s the devil in an Armani suit.
It all started with a Christmas disaster.
My curvy boudoir photos landed on his doorstep.
Cue absolute panic…
And visions of him laughing at my plus-size curves.
But when I showed up to reclaim my photos…
He wasn’t laughing.
He was waiting.
Dark eyes filled with hunger.
And my photos gripped tightly in his hand.
One night.
That’s all it took—reckless, sinful passion to unravel me.
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