The Wynter Brothers Series by Alina Jacobs

When you catch your fiancé cheating on you with your sister on Christmas Eve, the elf hat comes off.I’ve always been the good girl—the anti Scrooge—the one who sacrifices for her guests, bakes cookies for her neighbors, and stays late after a party to clean up.I don’t mind. I like being on the nice list.I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister’s chimney on Christmas Eve.I gave polite congratulations when they got engaged on Christmas morning... moreWhen you catch your fiancé cheating on you with your sister on Christmas Eve, the elf hat comes off.I’ve always been the good girl—the anti Scrooge—the one who sacrifices for her guests, bakes cookies for her neighbors, and stays late after a party to clean up.I don’t mind. I like being on the nice list.I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister’s chimney on Christmas Eve.I gave polite congratulations when they got engaged on Christmas morning.And I even offered to help decorate for their holiday wedding despite the fact that was supposed to be my dream wedding.But when my sister cuts up our great-grandmother’s one-hundred-year-old wedding dress and turns it into a skank show, even though that was the dress I was going to wear on my wedding day?Well, this elf is torching down the North Pole.And what better way to get revenge than giving those cheaters a taste of their own medicine?This good elf is bringing the bad boy home for Christmas.Hudson is a six-foot-five, coldhearted, tattooed bad elf with a perpetual sneer and washboard abs.He’s exactly my sister’s type.And he’s going to help me nuke her wedding from orbit on the night before Christmas.What he is not supposed to do is grab my ass in the kitchen while I bake gingerbread.Or crawl in my bed half naked.And he’s definitely not supposed to smirk and tell me to commit to our fake relationship right before he goes down on me.Guess there’s a reason the good elves stay far away from the bad.Good elves of Christmas unite! We’re ogling the tattooed chests of shirtless bad boys, baking massive amounts of cookies, drinking all the wine, and trying to survive recently divorced grandmothers who have a pathological obsession with our love lives. This standalone holiday romantic comedy has all the Christmas cheer you can fit in your stocking and a happily ever after, guaranteed! less

When you kiss your perfect boyfriend under the mistletoe…only for your cousin scream to the family that you stole her man, Christmas is OVER. In my defense, I didn’t know my boss—yup, boss. Buckle up because this is messy—was my cousin’s newly minted and totally lying fiancé. I thought he was the Nutcracker Prince come to finally show my family that I, too, was worthy of putting the star atop the Christmas tree.I was so wrong.Now my entire family thinks I’m a ho ho ho... moreWhen you kiss your perfect boyfriend under the mistletoe…only for your cousin scream to the family that you stole her man, Christmas is OVER. In my defense, I didn’t know my boss—yup, boss. Buckle up because this is messy—was my cousin’s newly minted and totally lying fiancé. I thought he was the Nutcracker Prince come to finally show my family that I, too, was worthy of putting the star atop the Christmas tree.I was so wrong.Now my entire family thinks I’m a ho ho ho.I’m at the top of the naughty list, not in a fun Elf on the Shelf way, but rather in a snide-comments-at-brunch and sitting-at-the-kids’-table kinda way.I have to clear my name, or Christmas is ruined. Again.What better way than to blackmail my family’s number one sworn enemy?Anderson Wynter is this desperate elf’s last hope. Six-foot-five, ethically challenged, with washboard abs and a death wish, Anderson is the perfect weapon to expose my ex and help me get back in my family’s good graces.That is, until the weapon massively backfires… and no, not like that.Anderson goes full Nightmare Before Christmas and shows up at my family’s annual holiday party in nothing but tattoos and a motorcycle helmet and tells everyone we’re dating.Yep, that kicks me off the naughty list and sends me straight to the Grinch’s garbage dump.Now I’m chained to a motorcycle-riding bad elf with terrible morals and an even worse attitude—one who sticks his hand down my shirt in the middle of my parents’ posh country club and tells me to ride him like I do his bike.When I slap him, he just smirks and asks if I fluff my marshmallows while fantasizing about betraying my family with him.As if.No way am I sleeping with the man my entire family hates.Because that won’t just ruin Christmas.It’ll ruin the rest of my life.Naughty elves of Christmas checking in! We’re drunk caroling, eating cookies at midnight, surviving family drama, and drooling over hot, unattainable men who are oh so wrong for us. This standalone holiday romantic comedy has all the Christmas cheer you can fit under the tree and a happily ever after guaranteed! less

Hire a hitman to take out my cheating ex? It was an eggnog-fueled mistake, I swear! On Christmas Eve, my perfect fiancé stands up at the altar to declare his pure undying love… for my evil stepsister.Cue public humiliation, a ruined wedding, and me crawling back to my small hometown to work minimum wage at my granny’s Christmas café.Just living the holiday dream.But I refuse to show up sad and alone to my cheating ex and man-stealing stepsister’s engagement party... moreHire a hitman to take out my cheating ex? It was an eggnog-fueled mistake, I swear! On Christmas Eve, my perfect fiancé stands up at the altar to declare his pure undying love… for my evil stepsister.Cue public humiliation, a ruined wedding, and me crawling back to my small hometown to work minimum wage at my granny’s Christmas café.Just living the holiday dream.But I refuse to show up sad and alone to my cheating ex and man-stealing stepsister’s engagement party.I’ll be devoured by gossipy small-town vultures.So I do what any rational woman would: empty her bank account, max out her credit cards, and hire a high-end escort with the Merry Christmas package.Too bad I mess up the number and accidentally hire… a hitman.Oops.This is why I hate making phone calls.I realize I’m screwed when Talbot Wynter crashes the party all combat boots, dirty jeans, and washboard abs.He feels me up, drinks all the booze, flirts with my grandmother, then tries to off my cheating ex in his hotel room.I scream and make him stop him because I may or may not still pathetically have feelings for my ex.Talbot thinks I’m insane.He might be right.But his company has a strict no-refunds policy.Now I’m stuck dragging this six-foot-five, potty-mouthed menace of an ex-Marine to Christmas tree cuttings, gingerbread baking, and holiday parties—All while he tries to convince me to let him take out my ex so he can go snowboarding.But what if my ex is moved by the holiday spirit and realizes he still loves me and comes home for Christmas?Or, he would if I could just get this hitman out of my bedroom… and my panties.Holiday hamster-wheel victims assemble! We’re dodging holiday drama, downing peppermint schnapps, and fending off meddling grandmothers with boundary issues and a death grip on our dating lives. This standalone holiday romantic comedy is packed with chaos, Christmas cookies, and a filthy-mouthed bad boy (and that’s not steel in his pants) guaranteed to leave you swooning under the mistletoe. Happily ever after and holiday cheer guaranteed! less