I thought this summer would be all lazy mornings, late-night gaming, and zero drama at my best friend’s house.

Then his ex-con big brother comes home on parole.
I’m told to stay away from him.

I’m told he’s dangerous.
That he’ll only bring me pain.
I like a little danger in my life, though. I like a little pain, too, and from the moment he lays eyes on me, it’s clear he’ll give me both.

Maybe everyone is right about him.

Maybe his heart is as black as his fists are bloody.

But I don’t know if I can stay away. And I don’t know if he’ll let me.

‘Tis the season for twinkling lights, cookies, joy, and a little sprinkle of mom guilt on the side. Did I say little? I mean an entire sleigh full. Which is exactly why I’m on my way home to Winterbury for the holidays, something my parents have been pleading for since I left the small-town life for a view of the city nearly ten years ago.

It’s not that I don’t come home to visit. I do.

Just not at Christmas.

The last time I was there, I got wrapped up in the romantasy of the town’s mistletoe legend, and it ruined my entire life. Okay, maybe not my entire life, but it did turn my best friend into my biggest enemy.

And maybe gave me a raging case of mistletoe PTSD.

Don’t laugh. It’s a thing.

Which is exactly why I’m going to do everything possible to avoid the raising of the mistletoe, Archer Hodge, and his Christmas tree farm. I’m just going to help my father out with the family animal clinic and mind my own business.

So of course Archer walks right into the clinic and nearly runs me over with his clompy boots, pine-scented flannel, and trademark scowl. Turns out, even after ten years, he still plucks every last nerve in my body. It doesn’t matter that he looks better than I remember and he’s cradling a beautiful dog who steals my heart.

Archer is my sworn frenemy, and no amount of forced proximity, small-town tradition, or mistletoe magic will ever change that.

Or so I thought…

Eighteen Months.

That’s how long it’s been since I joined this beautiful, kinky, poly family, and I cherish every single day. Sure, we have our ups and downs. Who hasn’t? But I’d never felt happier or more comfortable in my skin than I have since these guys came into my life. I have my dream job, get to explore the lifestyle in ways I’d never imagined possible, and be in love with men who truly understand me.

That happiness is threatened when an anonymous person starts inquiring about Wes throughout all the shadiest parts of the internet. But we’re stronger together, and nothing will break us apart.
The target on our back is larger than ever. The job we’re thrust into is one of the most dangerous ones that Il Fortunato ever faced. But that only makes me fight harder. I’d do anything for my little family.

Anything.

Heaven help anyone who tries to break us apart.

For Sam, every moment counts. Life is precious and finite. He’s grateful for every second and hasn’t taken anything for granted for the past five years. With his two best friends, lovable cat, and his bucket list, he’s determined to value every experience and all the people around him. Even the grumpy new town resident who Sam can’t leave alone, no matter how many times the handsome man tells him to.

Lukas is a vampire exhausted with humanity, bored with everything, and wishing the council would put him out of his misery. Instead, they gave him orders that had him moving to a small town with a lot of nosy people. His love of ice cream is the only reason he begrudgingly deals with humans—one of whom in particular he can’t seem to shake.

Together, Sam and Lukas awaken parts of themselves they never knew existed. With each passing day, Lukas unknowingly helps Sam cross something off his bucket list. But just when life seems perfect, it comes crashing down.

For the first time, Lukas wants forever so he can spend it with Sam, only to hit roadblocks at every turn. Sam has come to terms with his fate. Born on the edge of goodbye, the only thing Sam isn’t prepared for is falling in love and the possibility of leaving it all behind.

After the worst year of my life, I'm spending the holidays all alone.

When my best friend gifts me store credit to buy myself a gorgeous new outfit for New Year's, I figure why not treat myself to something amazing?

There's just one problem—I get locked in the fitting room.

Saving grace?

The store owner stays with me the whole time. We talk, we laugh, he sings horribly off-key, and despite being locked in, I'm actually enjoying myself.

I may have no idea what he looks like, but I know Kip is older, confident, devastatingly charming, and has a rich, deep baritone that makes my stomach swoop and my knees go weak.

In other words, my dream guy.
But Christmas miracles don't happen in real life. Do they?…

Streeter

A jackass and a twink walk into a general store. Which one pisses off the psychopath? Which one brings out my true nature?

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When I moved to Devil’s Point, I wanted to leave my old life behind, become someone new. But it seems like my old life isn’t done with me yet. A customer dances on my last nerve and a song I despise pushes me over the edge. I’m out for blood. Their blood. What I get in return is so much more. I sate my bloodlust, and get a hummingbird for my troubles.

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Remington

It’s perfectly normal to feel a little infatuated with someone when they save your life, right? Never mind that Streeter saved me by killing a room full of people. I’m willing to ignore that he’s a psychopath.

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Especially since it feels so good when he touches me. When—for the first time in my life—I feel like someone actually sees me. I’m just not sure if he sees me as something temporary to keep him warm, or if he wants to keep me after the snowstorm ends.