Bite Me, Santa

A very vampy Christmas...

This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. Christmas on Megelle Island is the biggest event of the year, and somehow I've been hired to plan it all: parties, activities, festivals, and the Christmas Eve ball at the palace. So what if I'm a last-minute substitute because the old party planner got run over by a reindeer? So what if the King and Queen ask me to also plan their son’s engagement party within six days? So what if the cottage I rented was accidentally double booked and now I have an ancient, brooding vampire breathing down my neck every day? None of that matters. If I succeed, this job will make my career skyrocket…but if I fail to satisfy the King and Queen then I could find myself blacklisted and out of a job.

It's make or break it time. Nothing is going to stand in my way.

Especially not the sharp-tongued, sapphire-eyed Lexington Prescott who smells like lavender and snow. Does he like me? No. Do I like him? Not one bit. Does his scowl give me butterflies? Definitely not. I'm a professional. I can pull this off, I just need to ignore this passion a little bit longer...after all, what could possibly go wrong?

*Part of a mini-series but can be read as a standalone, in any order with the others