ARC Review — A Very Sinful Christmas
⭐ 5/5 Stars
🔥 4/5 Spice
Thanks Havoc for the ARC!
Devoured. Loved. Fully obsessed.
Tropes You’ll Devour
• Mutual obsession
• Age gap (25/45)
• Forbidden (rival’s daughter!)
• Grumpy/Sunshine
• Forced proximity
• One night turns into so much more
• He falls first + harder
• Praise kink + degradation
• Body worship
• Touch her & die energy
• Primal
• “I’ll ruin you for anyone else”
• Overstimulation
• Voyeurism
• Christmas decorations… used creatively 👀
A Very Sinful Christmas is everything I want in a smutty holiday romance and more. Havoc never misses, and this book just proved it again. Coach Beckham King is the grump of all grumps—45, brooding, terrifying on the ice—and then the second he sees Hennessy, he completely unravels. He gets flustered, quiet, painfully sweet, and somehow even hotter. This man rips off her panties and keeps them as a souvenir, then turns around and buckles her in, opens her door, and helps her out of his massive truck like he’s not supposed to be the scary one. He calls her “princess,” “baby,” and drops that possessive “Mine.” that makes your brain short-circuit. He’s jealous, obsessive in the best dark-romance way, and falling so hard he practically dents the floor.
Hennessy, at 25, is sunshine chaos wrapped in a Christmas bow—trouble with a capital T and absolutely irresistible. She’s a little morally gray, a little unhinged, but honestly too busy tempting Coach to ever act on it. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves how he loses every ounce of restraint because of her. Their Christmas tree date is adorable; the kitchen scene is domestic, sweet, teasing perfection; the ice-skating date is chaotic and hilarious; Christmas night is… intense; and New Year’s Eve made my heart melt completely. The whole book is grumpy/sunshine magic with forbidden tension, a 25/45 age gap, power imbalance, and mutual obsession that turns a “one night only” into something so much more.
This story has everything: praise kink, body worship, size kink, touch-her-and-die energy, primal moments, public declarations, voyeuristic tension, and Christmas decorations used in very creative ways. It’s filthy, cozy, chaotic, romantic, and exactly the kind of holiday book you finish and immediately wish had 50 more pages. I didn’t want it to end, especially the epilogue. If you want a book that’s festive, filthy, emotional, and deliciously forbidden—this is the one.
If you want a book that’s:
✨ deliciously wrong
✨ emotionally tender
✨ festive
✨ spicy enough to melt the North Pole
…read this book!