Santa's Baby

She calls him Daddy Christmas…

Ford Gamble is my dad’s best friend. He’s also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. But I remember a time when he was around more—the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my teenage fantasies. And if I’m being honest, for most of my fantasies since then too…
Now there’s just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little bit like a hot forty year-old Santa, with six-pack abs. And that’s what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration.
Except I underestimate the bad weather, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in his bed—realizing I may have revealed my forbidden fantasies to him in my feverish sleep. Can I convince him to finally let me call him Daddy Christmas? Or will he deny that he shares my taboo feelings?
Because I know Ford can’t stop looking at me with a wild heat in his gaze. And my desperate Christmas wish is that he’s thinking about corrupting his little, not-so-innocent angel.

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Welcome to a filthy dirty Christmas! Forget sugar and spice and everything nice … this year we want to show off our naughty side. Taboo, dangerous, and over-the-top, we’re bringing you everything you were too scared to ask Santa for.

***Don’t worry, loves, these are still packed with the heroes you crave and the HEAs you deserve!