Santa stole my heart… then he stole me. My new boss is HOT. Steely blue eyes, tasty broad shoulders, a chiselled jawline and the kind of salt and pepper hair that makes a girl’s mouth water. But there’s something dark and mysterious hidden behind that tall powerful frame. Rumor is, the reclusive billionaire has mafia connections. I’m about to learn just how deep they run. On Christmas Eve, he shows up at my doorstep draped in a bloody Santa outfit and tells me to get in his sack, or else… What’s a girl to do? Apparently, I’ve been bad. And bad girls need to be punished. Coal just won’t do. This year, St. Nick is going to give me something even harder. His heart.