Unwrapping Holly

**It’s my one unwritten rule: I don’t date clients. But when three incredibly gorgeous men ask me out on three separate dates, right before Christmas?**

**Staying off Santa’s naughty list just became a *lot* harder.**

Dumped just weeks before Christmas, personal shopper Holly doesn't feel so merry. But when she takes on a trio of gorgeous new clients, all looking to avoid the holiday rush? Things might be VERY jolly after all.

A Texas transplant in New York City, Holly loves being surrounded by the beauty and enchantment of the holidays. But when temptation strikes in the form of three hunky clients, all hellbent on taking her on the most romantic of all Christmas dates? A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!

Enter Brody, lithe and strong, a motorcycle-driving blond with an insatiable libido. Paired with Holly's ripped personal trainer Donovan - the envy of her gym - and the tall, dark, handsome CEO of his own company, Lincoln Wallace? All three men give Holly a whirlwind weekend that could utterly wipe out any memory of her recent breakup with Malcolm.

But Christmas is coming, and with it a decision. Can Holly actually *choose* between her three amazing suitors, each fully aware of the others? Or will a butterfly-inducing idea - that of willingly **sharing her between them** - turn a friendly little holiday competition into more of a steamy, indescribably hot, *cooperative* effort?

Three powerful men... one incredible woman. No jealousy, no limits, nothing but gut-churning, heart-pounding, sensuously-charged excitement sure to give Holly the most legendary holiday season ever! Can her three amazing lovers fulfill the ultimate in white-hot fantasy Christmas wishes? Or will everyone wake up Xmas morning with coal in their stockings?

**Unwrapping Holly** is a sexy, stand-alone reverse harem holiday romance filled with humor, drama, wonder, excitement, and a sugary-sweet helping of love. It also contains molten hot menage sex, in single and multiple partner scenes, so blisteringly intense the stockings hung by your mantle might just burst into flames! HEA guaranteed.