If Amaya knew that taking this babysitting job on Christmas Eve would end with her chained up in front of a fireplace, she would have turned off her phone.While dangling from her wrists, with no idea how she wound up there, claws rake across her stomach. The beast paws at her nightie, sniffs her neck, and reaches for her breast. Just as she whimpers, it shatters her chains, throws her over its shoulder, and steals her back to its den.

The Krampus, a seven-foot furry monster, kidnaps her to his castle on the impenetrable mountains swarmed by blizzards. Amaya should be scared, but she isnt. Shes angry. She wants to know why she was chained up in the first place, why the Christmas god of punishment stole her away, and why she wants to grab his horns while riding that 12-inch tongue.

Rock-hard men in the sheets, delectable cheese in the streets.

Violette Reely walks into her great uncle's abandoned cheese shop then promptly runs back out. You would too if you discovered a secret basement hiding beneath a trapdoor. One second, there's nothing down there but cheese wheels in an old chest, the next four naked men are chasing her out the door.

Refusing to give up the million-dollar property to her wild imagination, Violette returns the next day. Despite the place being ransacked, she's certain she made up those mysterious men who vanished inside a locked store. Then, as the sun sets, cheeses lying on piles of discarded clothing roll across the floor until they poof into the four men from last night.

Men who transform into cheese.

What the hell?

Stoic and domineering, Roq's the de facto leader keeping everyone in line. Everyone that is but Cam, the charming playboy whose smooth lines melt the hardest rinds. Cheddy is a tall hunk of joy, as easy to like as his namesake. And last, but never forgotten, is Brie. Soft-spoken, with an artistic soul, he's the sweet wallflower waiting for the right person to scoop him up.

These strange cheese-shifters need Violette's help. They need someone to protect them when they're trapped as cheese by day. But, after centuries of being screwed over by their caretakers, they're wary. No one is slower to trust than Roq who expects betrayal at every corner. Even if Violette agrees to help them sell off their secret cheese stash and find a new place, he cuts her down at every turn keeping her at arm's length. He's hiding a secret that could destroy everything he's fought for across the world.

But Violette has one of her own. If these cheese-men ever find out, it'll curdle her heart.

Can the hardest of cheeses find it in himself to let his heart melt or will these cheese-shifters find themselves chewed up and spat out by life? Will Violette sell off the shop and make off with millions or risk the possibility of cheddar days for these cheesy men?