Elf on the Edge

<p><strong>Hire a hitman to take out my cheating ex? It was an eggnog-fueled mistake I swear! </strong></p><p>On Christmas Eve my perfect fiancé stands up at the altar to declare his pure undying love... for my evil stepsister.</p><p>Cue public humiliation a ruined wedding and me crawling back to my small hometown to work minimum wage at my granny's Christmas café.</p><p>Just living the holiday dream.</p><p></p><p>But I refuse to show up sad and alone to my cheating ex and man-stealing stepsister's engagement party.</p><p>I'll be devoured by gossipy small-town vultures.</p><p>So I do what any rational woman would: empty her bank account max out her credit cards and hire a high-end escort with the Merry Christmas package.</p><p>Too bad I mess up the number and accidentally hire... a hitman.</p><p>Oops.</p><p>This is why I hate making phone calls.</p><p></p><p>I realize I'm screwed when Talbot Wynter crashes the party all combat boots dirty jeans and washboard abs.</p><p>He feels me up drinks all the booze flirts with my grandmother then tries to off my cheating ex in his hotel room.</p><p>I scream and make him stop him because I may or may not still pathetically have feelings for my ex.</p><p></p><p>Talbot thinks I'm insane.</p><p>He might be right.</p><p>But his company has a strict no-refunds policy.</p><p>Now I'm stuck dragging this six-foot-five potty-mouthed menace of an ex-Marine to Christmas tree cuttings gingerbread baking and holiday parties-</p><p>All while he tries to convince me to let him take out my ex so he can go snowboarding.</p><p></p><p>But what if my ex is moved by the holiday spirit and realizes he still loves me and comes home for Christmas?</p><p>Or he would if I could just get this hitman out of my bedroom... and my panties.</p>