Hunted For Christmas

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Santa says: be my good little reindeer darling and run.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The pine trees are dusted in sparkling snow a stark contrast against the pitch-black night drenching the mountainside. Snow swirls around the cabins nestled cozily along a winding private road covering everything with its billowy soft embrace. Each flake concealing my deep dark holiday tradition.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She was never part of my plan and yet she has always remained an object of my obsession. A link to my past the only remaining thread of my humanity. When Hazel's uncle left her his mountainside vacation home in his will I knew adding one tiny stipulation would deliver her to my doorstep-and right into my dangerous arms. A weekend alone to establish residency seems like a reasonable request.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Will my sweet temptation become my next victim or does she have what it takes to love someone like me?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This year Hazel will be hunted for Christmas.</span></p><p></p>