Black Christmas
Imani Anders, Vixa Vaughn
Correction — she’s the one I let burn everything down and walk away clean.
Five years later, I’m back under her mother’s roof. Wearing her sister on my arm. Smiling through fake traditions and forced carols like I’m not two seconds from snapping.
Because Tracey Blocker still looks like a sin I’d die for.
Still wears that armor like it makes her untouchable.
Still lies like she doesn’t miss me.
But I know the truth.
I see the way she trembles when I touch her under the mistletoe. The way she flinched when I whispered my name. The way she shattered when I kissed her like I never left.
She thinks she can survive another Christmas with me in the room.
She’s wrong.
I’m not here to unwrap presents.
I came back to claim what's mine — and burn her perfect little holiday to the ground.
Read on for enemies-to-lovers, family betrayal, snowed-in tension, and a hero who knows exactly how to unwrap the lawyer who tried to forget him. HEA Guaranteed!
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