People are greedy, and Christmas intensifies this to sickening heights. Most don’t need the stuff they ask for—but I do. Which is why, while families enjoy their holiday cheer and traditions, they don’t see me slip in and out of their homes, snatching their possessions. This house should be like all the others. I’ve watched and planned. When the residents announce a last\-minute vacation, it becomes entirely too easy. In, out, and it’ll be over. Until it isn’t. Until she catches me in the house. But this isn’t the first time she’s seen me. She thinks it’s a coincidence. I say it’s fate. And now, I understand why people get spoiled during this time of year. Because now, there’s one more thing I want to steal. One thing I’m growing too obsessed with, too greedy for to release. Her.

People rationalize their desires by calling them sins, and then use the Easter holiday to seek repentance before doing it all again. The pearl-clutchers of town would send me straight to hell if they knew what I enjoy. My sins are my own. The day starts like any other, but then I learn she’s moved back. The woman I wanted for so long. She’s here. She’s free. But I’m about to change that. When the town’s annual Easter egg hunt comes around, I decide that her and I will be having a private one. Even if she has no idea I’m the man behind the mask. Except, I’m not the only one chasing her, but what he doesn’t realize is, she’s mine. My hunt. And wolves defend their prey. Run, little rabbit, run. Egg Hunt is the second book in Twisted Holidays, a series of dark-themed holiday novellas. The series can be read in any order.

People pretend to be scared of things that go bump in the night, but they’re lying to themselves. Fear is thrilling. The racing heart, prickling sensation, and unsteady breaths are signs of excitement and fear. Coincidence? I certainly don’t think so. Which is the first point I’ll make to her. After two years of being kept away, I’m back to collect what I’ve been without. My past. My future. My Trickster. The one who got me arrested. My stepsister. This Halloween, when everyone is shouting "trick or treat" to their neighbours, I’ll be hiding in the dark, making her heart race in both terror and pleasure. Scream for me, Trickster.