He's six-foot-five of tattoos and scowls, and the whole town calls him Krampus.
I'm supposed to be his daughter's nanny. Just until Christmas.
But nobody warned me about the little girl who whispers only to a stuffed reindeer. Or the shelves of hand-carved toys he hides in his workshop at midnight.
Or the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching.
He's eighteen years older. My cousin's man calls him brother. And someone powerful is trying to take his daughter away.
One wrong move, and he could lose everything.
So why does every brush of his scarred hands feel like coming home? Why does that gruff voice turn soft only for me?
He swore he'd never let anyone close again.
But this Christmas, the monster from the legend wants to keep the nanny.
Can I heal this broken little family without losing my heart to the man everyone fears?
Steamy Christmas romance. Grumpy single dad. Curvy nanny. Possessive alpha biker. Age gap. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA.
