My fated mate rejected me and exiled me into the dangerous wildlands. What can I offer three fierce alpha wolf shifters in return for their protection? The only thing I have left… my body. What these alphas want, they get. And right now, that’s me. 

They call me the office elf, but I’ve been very, very naughty. Three forbidden men. My dad’s best friends. My bosses. All old enough to know better.

Dear Santa, I want them both for Christmas. All I want for Christmas is one perfect night with my best friend and my girlfriend. Naomi is stunning, vibrant, and as wild as she is beautiful. Diego is my rock, my loyal companion, and my best friend for life. We’ll celebrate, and I’m going to savor every minute. Because this Christmas might be my last.

My new job is more than I bargain for. Four demanding, billionaire bosses. Four gorgeous men who make me feel more than I could ever imagine. If I sign on the dotted line, they say I’ll be theirs. Theirs to protect. Theirs to have. Theirs to dominate. New apartment. New wardrobe. Everything I could possibly need they take care of. Looking across the conference room table, my choice is already made for me. The ink isn’t even dry before I let myself fall.

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Dear Santa, I’ve been very, very naughty. I slept with all three of your helpers.

What’s worse than sleeping with a silver fox billionaire?

Sleeping with three of them.

Three silver-haired devils in a mansion on the hill.

One desperate single mom with bills to pay.

A housekeeping job that comes with sinful temptation.

I only wanted to give my daughter a magical Christmas.

Instead, I got:

Arthur’s ice-blue stare that melts my resistance.

Scott’s wicked hands that map my curves.

Ryland’s artist’s soul that captures my secrets.

One kiss under the mistletoe ignites a fire.

Three nights of pleasure seal my fate.

Now, there’s no going back.

Imagine my shock when I find out these aren’t just any billionaires.

They’re my late father’s best friends.

And I’ve let them all into my bed.

I run from the truth.

They chase their prize.

And then my ex returns, threatening everything.

But the biggest scandal of all?

Those two pink lines on the test.

This Christmas, Santa’s bringing twins.

And three sinful devils aren’t letting their little elf escape.

Three rugged cowboys. One magical Christmas. When I’m sent to a secluded Nebraska ranch for a second chance after prison, I expect a fresh start—not to end up snowed in with three sinfully hot cowboys. Colton and Ethan Avery are twin brothers, all grit and muscle, with eyes that make me forget all my demons. Then there’s Mitch, their brooding, dark handsome adopted brother, whose smoldering stare sets my body on fire.

Rule number one of office romance: Don’t sleep with the boss. Rule number two: Definitely don’t sleep with three of them. They are powerful. Commanding. And devastatingly handsome. My silver-haired bosses at Summit Design. I tell myself it’s just a holiday fling. Until the morning sickness hits. They say good girls don’t sleep with their bosses. But no one ever told me what happens when you fall in love with them.

‘Back to Highschool’ frat parties aren’t my scene. But when the games start, and I’m dared to join in, I can’t resist. You see, dares have always provided an excuse to be a crazy and exciting version of me. The kind of girl who steps into a closet wearing a little black dress and a blindfold, with no idea what to expect. As the door closes, not one, not two, but three bodies press against me. Six hands roam over places that haven’t seen action for months. Seven minutes pass in a flash, and when time is up, I stagger out of the closet a disheveled, satisfied, and intrigued mess. Because with just a glimpse of one tattooed hand, I know who achieved the unachievable. My stepbrothers knew how to blow my mind when no one had ever managed it before.

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Rory is nobody, a lone American backpacking her way through Europe, until her steamy night with the Prince of England accidentally goes viral.

Three smoking hot mountain Santas just caught me being very, very bad… And punishments never felt so right. Archer, Frankie, and Nick. Three rugged men who rescued me from more than just a snowy wreck. Each built like a fantasy, wearing those red suits that hide delicious secrets. The ex-soldier with battle scars and commanding hands. The ranger whose crooked smile promises wicked wilderness adventures. The wellness guru who knows exactly how to make my body sing. Their isolated cabin becomes my Christmas wonderland of pleasure.