博客來＂I love Christmas. So every year, I kill someone. As a treat.＂
Nico
Have you ever fallen in love with a man as he was pointing his gun at you? Well, I have. Tiny problem? I’m in the middle of my murderous Christmas tradition, and he’s a witness.
But it’s not his fault I got too excited and didn’t check if I was alone. I can’t just kill him because of my own blunder. Not when he has such dreamy green eyes filled with fear and pent-up rage.
What I can do is take him with me for safekeeping while I work out how to make him understand that while my methods are cruel, my intentions are pure.
Or how to make him fall for me.
Whichever is first.
Blake
My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the happiest day of my sheltered life. Finally, I would gain independence and inherit half my family fortune. Instead, I ended up kidnapped.
I was about to get carved into pieces when... a Christmas miracle in the form of a beefy homicidal maniac saved me.
Only now I’m trapped in his basement and getting love bombed by a psycho golden retriever. He eats turkey sandwiches for every breakfast, enjoys making festive ornaments out of human teeth, and lets his violent urges shine like a Christmas tree.
I shouldn’t find him hot.
I shouldn’t want to indulge his murderous tendencies.
And I definitely shouldn’t want him to be my first.
But I’m being hunted and might just need a monster to keep me safe.
(And he does actually make really good fruitcake)
