Saint

There’s a moment in every girl’s life that defines her. I’m just not prepared for mine to happen at the altar, staring into a pair of intense brown eyes that will never belong to me, with mistletoe above my head, and twinkle lights glowing softly for our first kiss as man and wife. 

Now he and his men want to claim me as their own. Want to put me on some pedestal and treat me like a princess, or at least their twisted version of one. Every look fires my blood. Every touch threatens to incinerate us all. 

But I have secrets. One, they may be able to forgive. The other, well, it’s unforgivable. Once they find out what I’m hiding, there won’t be time for me to explain. My only hope is they’ll grant me mercy. Give me a head start. Let me disappear before they rain their own brand of justice down on all my lies. Because I’m definitely on the naughty list this year...Santa doesn’t even need to check his list twice. Ho, ho, f*cking, ho!