This obsessed daddy belongs at the top of Santa’s Naughty List.
I wasn’t marrying for love. My foster brother’s widow needed health insurance and looking after. I’ve got a Chicago penthouse I barely live in and more money than God. It was a business transaction, plain and simple—until I met my new fiancée’s daughter.
Just like that, my once practical decision becomes a lot more complicated.
Eden is half my age and completely off-limits. I have no right watching her the way that I do, no justification for wondering how good she might taste. But I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with my new stepdaughter. Her face, her curves, her perfume.
But most of all, I’m obsessed with the way she calls me Daddy.
This December, all I want is the chance to show Eden how priceless she is. But when a certain Grinch threatens to expose our relationship, it’ll take a Christmas miracle to stop our holiday cheer from fizzling into silent nights.