LANA MERRY

Christmas was my favourite time of year. I loved everything about it: Christmas jumpers, fluffy Christmas socks, Christmas music, the colours, the food. It all made me happy.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be scraping a biker of the tarmac on my way home just before Christmas.

Merry, Merry, Christmas to me!

TOMMY O’SHEA

I’d lived a hard life, but now I was retired, and it was time to go home. The sprite in the window caught my eye just as I was driving through the village.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be spending Christmas under...

LANA MERRY

Christmas was my favourite time of year. I loved everything about it: Christmas jumpers, fluffy Christmas socks, Christmas music, the colours, the food. It all made me happy.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be scraping a biker of the tarmac on my way home just before Christmas.

Merry, Merry, Christmas to me!

TOMMY O’SHEA

I’d lived a hard life, but now I was retired, and it was time to go home. The sprite in the window caught my eye just as I was driving through the village.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be spending Christmas under her tree and in her bed.

And then fate stepped in!

NOTE: This book is intended for mature readers 18 years and older. It includes sexual situations, strong language, and violence.