He binds me in red ribbons and says my safe word is 'mistletoe.' On Christmas Eve, a masked Alpha breaks into my home. He's been stalking me, he says. Following my every move. He knows everything about me-how high my mortgage is, how little I earn at my soul-destroying customer service job. What kind of shameful secrets I keep in my nightstand. How lonely I am. So, he gives me an offer I can't refuse: Submit to him for one night, and he'll pay off my home. After all, what's one night of painful pleasure for longterm financial security? But I should have known never to trust an obsessed Alpha. Should have known that agreeing to his arrangement would only make him demand so much more than a single night of my reluctant submission. He bought my body. He won't stop until he claims my heart, too. Note: This Christmas tale is darker than your average fare. Exclusively for readers who like their eggnog with a side of rough dominance and (woefully inadequate) girth training... Holiday