It’s Christmas Eve and SATAN is here. Yup, you read that right. And I can’t spell, so now, I need to deal with Satan, who has been getting the letters I’ve been writing to Santa for over 20 years. The sexy devil is here in all his wicked, sinful glory, standing right under the mistletoe. Because apparently not only am I dyslexic… I am also on HIS naughty list. You see, I’ve never been good, but there was that ONE SIN I’ve never committed. Yes, I’ve been saving my cherry for Mr. Right, and Satan is not pleased. He wants to corrupt me. Tempt me. Seduce me. He wants to make me sin repeatedly, in more ways than one. With him. And while his rod is no candy cane, I might just give in to temptation. Because tonight, Satan tastes like Christmas.