Santa's Baby

Ford Gamble is my dad’s best friend. He’s also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. But I remember a time when he was around more—the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my fantasies.

Now there’s just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little bit like a hot forty-something Santa, with six-pack abs. And that’s what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration.

Except I underestimate the bad weather, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in his bed—realizing I may have revealed my forbidden fantasies to him in my feverish sleep. Can I convince him to finally let me call him Daddy Christmas? Or will he deny that he shares my off-limits feelings? Because I know Ford can’t stop looking at me with a wild heat in his gaze. And my desperate Christmas wish is that he’s thinking about corrupting his little, not-so-innocent angel.

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Hljóðbók: 9 april 2024