Oooo Holy Night by Dani Wyatt

I shouldn’t want her.
She’s the little sister of a high-school classmate. Not one I would call a friend. Combine that with the decades long feud between our families and there’s no way my Christmas wish is going to come true. I’ve got twenty years and two hundred pounds on her as well. There’s no way such a sugar plum would look twice at an ogre like me.
Until, I take her hand. I get her flavor on my tongue and there’s no turning back. My restraint is fraying. I’m going to have her in my bed and in my life no matter the obstacles in our path.
My little snow angel is going to be the only Christmas delivery I need. I just hope she’s ready to be unwrapped. I’ll have her screaming Oooo Holy Night all the way into the new year.