The Naughty North Pole Series by S. Alexander

The only thing melting this winter… is me.I came to the Arctic to forget my problems—not to be dragged under the ice by a mythical woman with eyes like sea glass and a voice that could shatter reason.Now I’m trapped in her secret spa while a blizzard rages outside.She says she’s a Snow Siren, and every touch she gives me makes me believe.Her song warms the air. Her hands make the world disappear... moreThe only thing melting this winter… is me.I came to the Arctic to forget my problems—not to be dragged under the ice by a mythical woman with eyes like sea glass and a voice that could shatter reason.Now I’m trapped in her secret spa while a blizzard rages outside.She says she’s a Snow Siren, and every touch she gives me makes me believe.Her song warms the air. Her hands make the world disappear.And when she whispers “Say yes”, I do—because the only thing colder than Lapland… would be living without her.A steamy sapphic monster romance filled with winter magic, wicked banter, mirror play, and a happily-ever-after that glows hotter than the Northern Lights. less

I’m Riley Anders—toy designer, caffeine addict, and certified Christmas burnout.All I wanted was to finish my latest invention and maybe get a few hours of sleep. Instead, I woke up inside my own prototype, shrunken down and gift-wrapped like a malfunctioning Barbie.Enter Pip.Yes, that Pip—the Christmas Imp with golden eyes, curved horns, and a grin that should come with a warning label... moreI’m Riley Anders—toy designer, caffeine addict, and certified Christmas burnout.All I wanted was to finish my latest invention and maybe get a few hours of sleep. Instead, I woke up inside my own prototype, shrunken down and gift-wrapped like a malfunctioning Barbie.Enter Pip.Yes, that Pip—the Christmas Imp with golden eyes, curved horns, and a grin that should come with a warning label. He claims he’s rescuing me, but somehow that involves teleportation, enchanted ribbons, and more teasing than any mortal woman can handle.He’s chaos in suspenders. I’m order in a tool belt. And together?We’re pure holiday combustion.By Christmas morning, I might just believe in magic again—if I survive being thoroughly unwrapped first. less

I came here to write about Christmas reindeer games—not to get wrecked by a gorgeous, antlered man in the middle of a blizzard.One minute I’m grumbling my way to some tiny northern town for a fluffy holiday assignment.The next, I’m crashing my Jeep into a snowbank because a gigantic reindeer with glowing gold eyes decided to play chicken with me... moreI came here to write about Christmas reindeer games—not to get wrecked by a gorgeous, antlered man in the middle of a blizzard.One minute I’m grumbling my way to some tiny northern town for a fluffy holiday assignment.The next, I’m crashing my Jeep into a snowbank because a gigantic reindeer with glowing gold eyes decided to play chicken with me.Except the reindeer turns into a naked, muscle-stacked man steaming in the snow, calls himself Dasher, and insists I’m his fated mate—the one woman who can break his curse.I should be running.Instead, I’m stuck in his cabin with a storm outside…and a feral, devoted, ridiculously hot shifter inside who looks at me like I’m the only miracle he’s ever believed in.And when the blizzard gets worse?Let’s just say “body heat” becomes a very literal survival technique.Now I’m fighting off shadow creatures, trying to ignore the electric pull between us, and pretending I don’t notice the way he growls “mine” like he means it.He swears I’m his Christmas miracle.I swear I’m losing my mind.But when he whispers that he wants to give me the ride of my life—and then actually takes me flying under the aurora—I start thinking there might be a little truth to this whole reindeer magic thing.Because this Christmas?I just might get claimed, chased, and thoroughly ruined…by the man who used to pull Santa’s sleigh. less

I said the naughty don’t deserve second chances… so the Christmas demon himself came to collect me.One bad Christmas Eve, I finally snapped and said what I shouldn’ that maybe humanity is a lost cause.Cue lightning. Smoke. And Krampus—all horns, claws, muscles, and a voice that vibrates in places it absolutely shouldn’t—dragging me to his lair for “judgment.”He gives me one run.I do…He catches me.And when he puts me over his knee, the embarrassing sound I make changes everything... moreI said the naughty don’t deserve second chances… so the Christmas demon himself came to collect me.One bad Christmas Eve, I finally snapped and said what I shouldn’ that maybe humanity is a lost cause.Cue lightning. Smoke. And Krampus—all horns, claws, muscles, and a voice that vibrates in places it absolutely shouldn’t—dragging me to his lair for “judgment.”He gives me one run.I do…He catches me.And when he puts me over his knee, the embarrassing sound I make changes everything.Now this massive, terrifyingly gorgeous demon wants to teach me pleasure instead of punishment.Chains. Velvet cuffs. His hands on my hips. His growl in my ear.I should be scared.Instead, I’m about to let the Lord of Punishment show me exactly what a second chance feels like.Merry freaking Christmas to me. less