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. 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.
So far, this has to be my favorite book by this author ever - in this series or otherwise. Pip is an absolute delight and I need more men like him in the novellas I read.