He knows when you’re afraid.
And if you touch what’s his, you might not live long enough to regret it.
When Samantha Baylor’s bakery oven dies, she never expects a broad-shouldered, silver-bearded stranger to appear, repair everything she owns, and leave her heart aching for more.
One night with him feels like pure Christmas magic. Then he disappears.
Months later, Samantha is pregnant and unsettling things start happening. Strangers lurk outside her bakery. Threatening notes appear on her doorstep.
Something dangerous is watching her and her unborn child. And when the danger closes in, the man she thought she imagined walks back into her life.
Nick is not a drifter. Nick is not human. Nick is the immortal spirit of Christmas itself, ancient, relentless, and terrifyingly possessive of the woman carrying his child.
This year, Santa Claus is not bringing gifts. He is bringing vengeance. A possessive silver fox Santa. A surprise pregnancy. A “touch her and die” romance burning hotter than the North Pole’s hearth.
