Christmas Angel
Angel:
Since the first night Saint brought me back to his place and blew my mind, he’s been a bright spot in my life. When we’re together, I’m not Owen and Meg’s Pop first, and everything else second. For a few glorious hours, all that matters is the pleasure Saint and I share. No strings and no expectations.
With Christmas approaching, I’m on my last frayed nerve. Between extra shifts at work, final exams, and my evil ex stirring up trouble, it’s so tempting to lean on Saint more. He means well, but I’m not used to help that doesn’t come with hidden snares. Can I trust his love isn’t another gilded cage?
Saint:
I don’t date. Not since my short-lived marriage to my best friend fell apart. That way, no one can pressure me into faking a romantic attraction that I’ve never experienced. So I should know better than to become involved with someone I represented through a messy divorce. Except my heart apparently didn’t receive the memo. Maybe the magic of Christmas is addling my brain, but Angel has me wondering if this time I can be enough for a lasting love.
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