Home Is Where The Beard Is

You could call me a Grinch.

But instead of green fur, I grew a beard and a brooding attitude.

Sure, I've got a chip on my shoulder -- but we all have our issues.

I live in the woods. Alone. That's the way I like it.

Until this December.

When Maple St. Claire knocks on my cabin door and everything changes.

I may be a grump, but I'm a sucker for sweet things.

And this girl? I've been in love with her since I was six years old.

It's the season for miracles and maybe just this once I'll get the present I've wanted all my life:

Maple St. Claire in my arms under the mistletoe. 

Dear Reader,

It's Christmas and I was feeling generous... so I gave you not one, but two virgins.

That's right, this filthy-sweet romance features an alpha hero who is saving himself for his one and only... and a sweet as sugar heroine who's been dreaming of this moment all her life.

They're both about to get a really good Christmas gift!

xo, frankie