Unhinged Holidays Series by Alyson Archer

It all starts with a pumpkin spice latte on Halloween…I'm just trying to survive another shift as a barista at The Cauldron.Then Ezra Blackthorne walks in. He's tall, dark, broody… and cursed.Like, literally cursed.He takes one sip of his coffee, locks eyes with me in a way that feels indecent, and announces I’m the only witch in the world who can save him.By midnight.And the way I'm going to save him?That's indecent, too... moreIt all starts with a pumpkin spice latte on Halloween…I'm just trying to survive another shift as a barista at The Cauldron.Then Ezra Blackthorne walks in. He's tall, dark, broody… and cursed.Like, literally cursed.He takes one sip of his coffee, locks eyes with me in a way that feels indecent, and announces I’m the only witch in the world who can save him.By midnight.And the way I'm going to save him?That's indecent, too.Now I’m in his mansion, glowing with ancient magic, sprawled across an altar while he mutters filthy things like “Give me one more,” and “I need to fill you before the curse takes me.”So, yeah… this Halloween’s going a little differently than planned.Spice is a very spicy instalove novella with a massive age gap (we’re talking over 200 years) between a sweet witch and a cursed warlock. Enjoy the magical mishaps! less

I've always believed in Christmas magic. Turns out, I was right. Because Santa is real--and he needs my help to save Christmas.He walks in off the street and I instantly know. This isn't a mall-Santa. Not a flirty-dad-volunteer-Santa.No, no.This man is the real deal, a tall silver fox with jolly eyes and a sinful mouth. And apparently, he’s not just here for cookies.He says I’m his fated mate and if I don’t let him feed from me, his magic will die and Christmas might implode... moreI've always believed in Christmas magic. Turns out, I was right. Because Santa is real--and he needs my help to save Christmas.He walks in off the street and I instantly know. This isn't a mall-Santa. Not a flirty-dad-volunteer-Santa.No, no.This man is the real deal, a tall silver fox with jolly eyes and a sinful mouth. And apparently, he’s not just here for cookies.He says I’m his fated mate and if I don’t let him feed from me, his magic will die and Christmas might implode.Which would be tragic, so of course I let him put me over his lap and call me his good little milkmaid.Now I’m magically engorged, and every time he drinks from me, the lights flicker and magic explodes through atmosphere.Honestly, I think I’m okay with saving Christmas this way.Very okay. Frequently. Loudly. Repeatedly.Milk is a magical holiday novella with a stern, possessive Daddy Santa, and a sweet heroine who finally learns how good it feels to be taken care of. less