All Cora wants for Yule is a few more shells for her collection, a cozy book by the fire, and t?o? b?e? s?p?o?i?l?e?d? b?y? a? m?i?n?o?t?a?u?r? to avoid the Yuletide Ball. Nymphs are supposed to be fun and flirty, but Cora has always been shy, bookish, and serious. If only Asterion, the minotaur of her dreams, would set his cap at someone else before she can disappoint him—like everyone else who has discovered her proclivity toward speeches on the differences between clams and mussels. Just when it seems she’s successfully dissuaded him,...
“Expect the first gift when the bell tolls one.”
All Cora wants for Yule is a few more shells for her collection, a cozy book by the fire, and t?o? b?e? s?p?o?i?l?e?d? b?y? a? m?i?n?o?t?a?u?r? to avoid the Yuletide Ball. Nymphs are supposed to be fun and flirty, but Cora has always been shy, bookish, and serious. If only Asterion, the minotaur of her dreams, would set his cap at someone else before she can disappoint him—like everyone else who has discovered her proclivity toward speeches on the differences between clams and mussels. Just when it seems she’s successfully dissuaded him, on the eve of her loneliest holiday yet, she comes across a package on her doorstep, detailing Asterion’s plan to woo her:
Three gifts, one night, one chance to prove he really sees her.
