A Very Pierced Christmas by Ember Davis

On the fifth day of Christmas…he has rings in all the right places.

ROWAN
After years of traveling for my blog, seeing more of the world than I ever thought I would, there’s something tugging me home for more than just the holidays. I have no idea what it is, other than some sort of delayed homesickness, until I meet Levi Michaels.
I’ve been talking to him via text and email about a custom motorcycle for my brother, but I had no idea I’d be meeting the sexiest guy ever when I go to pick it up. Talk about bad boy biker vibes. He’s got a beard I want rubbed all over my body even if he is a Grinch. When we meet, I swear I hear carolers singing, but something makes him go colder than the North Pole.
Maybe he’s not a reason to stay. Maybe he’s a reason to keep traveling.

LEVI
Anyone who tells you Christmas is the best time of the year is a liar and should be watched with great suspicion. It’s true. How can the big man in red even be trusted? Delivering gifts around the world reeks of conman.
When I meet Rowan Peters, I can feel a little bit of holiday cheer filter in for the first time in years. She’s a Christmas miracle if I’ve ever seen one, all sinful curves I want to lean into. Then I find out the motorcycle I’ve been working on for her is really for a man. It must be her husband. Somehow the lights, even the twinkly ones, dim with the knowledge that she’ll never be mine.
When I’m set straight, the only thing to do is go after my woman and show her one of my golden rings is just for her.