She came to decorate his home for Christmas. He came to hunt her as his prey. I thought I was accepting a simple holiday job. A week in a luxury mountain estate, a generous paycheck, and solitude I desperately needed. But from the moment I step inside the house, I feel him in the walls—watching, waiting, orchestrating every breath I take. He leaves gifts on my pillow and watches from the trees for the moment I run. I know I should fear him, but the worst part is how my body betrays me. How I crave the hunt as much as he does. This Christmas, I’m not decorating the halls—I’m trying to survive the predator stalking them. Dick the Halls is a quick and spicy primal play holiday erotica with adult themes and potentially sensitive subject matter. Read the content warning at the start of the book before continuing. For readers over the age of eighteen only.