Santa says ho, ho, ho. Krampus just wants one. I used to like Christmas. But this year? Total dumpster fire. My fiancé ran off with my barely-legal baby sister, my dad’s six feet under, and my mom is cosplaying as Martha Holiday Edition. All I want is to drink my weight in vodka, torch the mistletoe, and pretend Christmas isn’t happening. Instead, I make one reckless wish—and accidentally summon Krampus. Yes, that Krampus. Horns, hooves, chains, the whole nightmare-before-Christmas starter pack. Because when life gives you heartbreak, you don’t go to therapy. You summon a goat demon with a stalking kink. So now I, Katherine Evergreen, have to survive thirteen terrifying days of Christmas with a monster who jingles when he walks, growls when he talks, and looks at me like I’m the only present worth unwrapping. So wish me luck. Or whiskey. But preferably both.