BLURB:

I’m not complaining about my extra gift under the tree this year. 

If only I could track down the sweet talker responsible for stuffing my stocking.  

Not that I can fault his lack of presence.

We’d agreed to a simple exchange. 

No last names. 

Just one night of mutual jingle and cheer. 

After our jollies were sated, we let the night become a ghost of Christmas past.

It was the perfect holiday hookup…

Until I found myself left with a yuletide glow to carry alone.  

It’s a fact I’ve come to accept like the winter snow.

Then our eyes meet across the dim lit room. And this time, he wants the whole package.