Good Elf Gone Wrong

<p><strong>When you catch your fiancé cheating on you with your sister on Christmas Eve the elf hat comes off. </strong></p><p>I've always been the good girl-the anti Scrooge-the one who sacrifices for her guests bakes cookies for her neighbors and stays late after a party to clean up.</p><p>I don't mind. I like being on the nice list.</p><p></p><p>I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister's chimney on Christmas Eve.</p><p>I gave polite congratulations when they got engaged on Christmas morning.</p><p>And I even offered to help decorate for their holiday wedding despite the fact that was supposed to be my dream wedding.</p><p></p><p>But when my sister cuts up our great-grandmother's one-hundred-year-old wedding dress and turns it into a skank show even though that was the dress I was going to wear on my wedding day?</p><p>Well this elf is torching down the North Pole.</p><p></p><p>And what better way to get revenge than giving those cheaters a taste of their own medicine?</p><p>This good elf is bringing the bad boy home for Christmas.</p><p>Hudson is a six-foot-five coldhearted tattooed bad elf with a perpetual sneer and washboard abs.</p><p>He's exactly my sister's type.</p><p>And he's going to help me nuke her wedding from orbit on the night before Christmas.</p><p></p><p>What he is not supposed to do is grab my ass in the kitchen while I bake gingerbread.</p><p>Or crawl in my bed half naked.</p><p>And he's definitely not supposed to smirk and tell me to commit to our fake relationship right before he goes down on me.</p><p></p><p>Guess there's a reason the good elves stay far away from the bad.</p>