She knows me as the Christmas psycho who stole her cigarette and never revealed his face. I know every detail of her life.
When I saw her a year ago chain-smoking in the mall, half hidden behind a Christmas tree and glaring daggers at Santa, I was a goner. There’s something about a cute girl breaking the rules while she daydreams about skinning a fat man in red alive because of her crazy Christmas traumas.When mall security honed in on the source of the smoke, I grabbed her cigarette and ran off, drawing their attention. She never saw me again after that, but I saw her every day. I am a tad obsessive sometimes—my therapist could tell you all about it if he was still alive.
Now, a year later, I’m in her house, a jolly, red, well tied-up Christmas present sitting in her living room. My girl needs to exorcise her Claus-shaped demon, and I am here to make it happen so she will fall in love with me.
And who cares if things go crazy? I’m very good at cleaning up a mess.
This is a spicy Christmas novella involving stalking, masks, and romantic psycho love. If you find OTT psycho stalkers hot, this book is for you!