If “bad decision” had a photo next to it in the dictionary, it would be of Alex Jones. What’s better than attending your ex’s wedding? A camping trip in the woods, complete with bugs, critters, and sharing a tent with the hottest—and most infuriating—man alive. It’s basically a full itinerary of terrible decisions… George: When I came home for the first time in years, I was expecting a peaceful week celebrating my ex’s upcoming nuptials, some quality time with my overly enthusiastic mom, and a much-needed break from the dumpster fire that my life has become. Instead, I’ve been tricked into sharing a tent with Alex—the human equivalent of a smug smirk—who somehow manages to be both infuriating and alarmingly attractive. He pushes every button I have, knows exactly how to get under my skin, and worst of all… I think I want him to. Which is great, because nothing says “relaxing vacation” like emotional whiplash and unresolved sexual tension in a nylon sweatbox. Alex: I keep things casual. It’s easier that way. Safer than letting someone in and finding out—once again—that I’m not enough, or worse, that I’m too much. But George? He’s messing with my game plan. He’s uptight, prickly, and has made it painfully clear that he doesn’t like me. But there’s something in the way his eyes spark when we argue, something in his laugh and those quiet moments when we’re not at each other’s throats, that draws me in. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. It terrifies me—because I want him, badly—but I can’t let him see the mess I’ve been hiding behind these walls. Not now. Not ever. Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions is a standalone MM romance with high heat, a HEA, and no cliffhangers. Includes a blossoming idiots-to-lovers romance between an insecure flirt and the adorably grumpy man his sister has decided to set him up with. Together these two are argumentative, snarky, and hot like fire. If you like funny stories with lots of banter, off the charts chemistry, hurt/comfort, graphic steam, and the slowest, sweetest of all burns then read on!

A single mother working in a thrift store. A gentle giant farmer who can’t find jeans that fit. When opposites attract, they find themselves making alterations in more ways than one in this smoking-hot short story by #1 New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey. Evie Crowe is starting over in a strange town with her newborn, and men are the furthest thing from her mind. If only the quiet, hulking farmer, Luke Ward, would stop coming into the thrift shop and piquing her reluctant interest. Evie wants to stay single all the way—she can’t trust anything more than friends-with-holiday-benefits. But Luke is in it for the long haul. He’s fixed on making this a Christmas Evie will remember forever. If she gives him a chance. Tessa Bailey’s Merry Ever After is part of Under the Mistletoe, a stirring collection of December romances that thrill and tingle all the way. They can be read or listened to in one swoony sitting.

“All I want for Christmas is three masked men.”Nine little words. One filthy dream.Or is it?When her work wife told her there was a sexy Santa at their annual company Christmas party, Noelle Dawson was skeptical. How could Santa possibly be sexy, she thought. Boy, was she wrong. This wasn’t the holly jolly figure you imagine as a child. No, he was straight out of a twisted, festive fantasy—and later that night, he made hers come true.They all did. Virulent, masked, and cloaked in red, Nick Cross and his overzealous helpers slid down the chimney for a Christmas Eve tryst Noelle would never forget. Hunted, bound, and bent to their will, she was their little Ho, Ho, Ho.And they were her bad Santas.One question arises on Christmas morning… Was it real or was it all just a vivid, tantalizing dream?PLEASE If you’re going into this novella expecting a plot-tastic, full length Hallmark masterpiece, Bad Santas is not for you. This is a quick, smuttylicious read that should take you less than an hour and get you into the Christmas spirit.

It’s Christmas Eve and Stella Hansen is broke. She is so broke that despite working two jobs, she can’t even afford a present for her husband on their first Christmas as man and wife. But then a mysterious storekeeper at a pawn shop offers Stella an intriguing trade. Stella wants more than anything to buy her husband the Christmas gift of his dreams. But will it come at a terrible price? The Gift is a gripping Christmas-themed thriller inspired by the classic O. Henry tale, The Gift of the Magi.

It’s Christmas Eve and Stella Hansen is broke. She is so broke that despite working two jobs, she can’t even afford a present for her husband on their first Christmas as man and wife. But then a mysterious storekeeper at a pawn shop offers Stella an intriguing trade. Stella wants more than anything to buy her husband the Christmas gift of his dreams. But will it come at a terrible price? The Gift is a gripping Christmas-themed thriller inspired by the classic O. Henry tale, The Gift of the Magi.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it’s Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don’t kill innocents. It’s my only rule. The woman doesn’t scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn’t run. “I’ve always wanted to meet a murderer,” she says. “Want some eggnog?” This is a spicy Christmas novella involving a serial killer, a shut-in gamer, and toe-curling romance. Careful, it’s hot!