When I win a poker game on Christmas Eve, I never imagined the pot would be so damn good. Sugar’s a prize I don’t deserve. Her curves make my cock ache and her honey blonde hair has me wound up tightly. I don’t make it a habit of treating women like they are possessions. But if I leave her here, with these men, she’ll be devoured. Now my job is to protect her. At all costs. This year, it’s a dark-ass Christmas, but Sugar doesn’t seem bitter about her situation. Truth is, she seems downright pleased to be shut up in my cabin with me. I don’t want to ruin her… but she’s my sugarplum now. And I’m ready to taste my Christmas treat. Dear Reader, Smith is growly, bearded, and in need of a little TLC. He’s a twenty-seven-year-old virgin who’s been waiting all his life for his one and only. For Sugar. This filthy-sweet holiday romp is exactly how it sounds: Delicious. Enjoy! xo, Frankie