Twelve Spirits of Christmas
by Kathryn M Hearst
Tessa Lamar Novels
“I love Christmas.” Bryson grinned as he moved his hand to the small of my back. Dimples formed from the corners of his mouth to his cheekbones, causing a woman in our aisle to swoon.
Full-blooded Native American, and ridiculously sexy, he received no shortage of female adoration.
As much as I wanted to grouse about the nightmare to come, the twinkle in his eye made me bite my tongue.
Of course, he loved Christmas. He was a morning person after all. Morning people had a certain outlook on life that night owls didn’t.