Snowed

New York Times Bestselling Authors, Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, bring you three new, sexy short stories to heat up your holidays!Merry InkmasWhen my boss got fed up with the constant bickering between me and another tattoo artist, she decided a company retreat was in order. But when Cade and I wound up snowed in alone at the cabin, things took a turn. There's a reason they say there's a fine line between love and hate, and we had no idea which way things were going to turn out.The Christmas CardWhen my ex got engaged pretty quickly after we broke up, I did something stupid. I made up a new boyfriend. How would anyone ever know? They wouldn't. Unless my fake boyfriend showed up at my ex's annual Christmas party.The Twelve Dates of ChristmasI somehow got roped into my matchmaker best friend's holiday dating event, The Twelve Dates of Christmas. The only part I actually enjoyed was shamelessly flirting with her brother, who had a front-row seat to every disaster from behind his bar. Four-years-younger Tucker was infuriatingly hot and always off-limits. It turned out while I was looking for holiday sparks in all the wrong places, Tucker was the one lighting me up.

New York Times Bestselling Authors, Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, bring you three new, sexy short stories to heat up your holidays!Merry InkmasWhen my boss got fed up with the constant bickering between me and another tattoo artist, she decided a company retreat was in order. But when Cade and I wound up snowed in alone at the cabin, things took a turn. There's a reason they say there's a fine line between love and hate, and we had no idea which way things were going to turn out.The Christmas CardWhen my ex got engaged pretty quickly after we broke up, I did something stupid. I made up a new boyfriend. How would anyone ever know? They wouldn't. Unless my fake boyfriend showed up at my ex's annual Christmas party.The Twelve Dates of ChristmasI somehow got roped into my matchmaker best friend's holiday dating event, The Twelve Dates of Christmas. The only part I actually enjoyed was shamelessly flirting with her brother, who had a front-row seat to every disaster from behind his bar. Four-years-younger Tucker was infuriatingly hot and always off-limits. It turned out while I was looking for holiday sparks in all the wrong places, Tucker was the one lighting me up.