Just One More Mistletoe

She kisses me under the fake mistletoe, thinking I'm someone else.

She calls it a mistake-a mix-up she'd rather forget.

I intend to prove otherwise, because one taste of Brandy Bloom and I know I'm in trouble.

She's all curves, sass, and Christmas sparkle-dressed like a sinfully sexy elf.

I offer her one night, and she agrees.

But I want more. I just met the woman of my dreams, and I crave everything she has to give-her easy laugh, the fire in her eyes, and the way she fits perfectly in my arms.

She thinks one night has to be enough.

But I disagree. And once I have her back in my arms?

I'm not letting her go.