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.
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.
The best Christmas miracle he never knew he needed. After she crashed her car trying to avoid him, she woke up under furs in his bed. The bond was there already growing when the "Forest Marshal" broke in. That's when she chose.him, the bond deepening, they went flying all because she BELIEVED and they got their HEA.