I’m all set for a quiet holiday season.
Then a handsome mobster drips blood through my bookshop.
Fair enough, he’s not being sloppy—there’s a stab wound in his side. And once I get past his stormy eyes and his dangerous smile, I’m not scared of the mobster.
I like him.
Color me charmed when he stands guard outside my shop every day. And when he helps me hang the mistletoe? Forget it.
But this isn’t like the cozy romance stories on my bookshop shelves. The mobster brings trouble, and now there’s a target on my back.
He swears he’ll protect me, no matter the cost.
But who’s protecting my heart?