It’s Christmas! My favorite time of year. The smell of cinnamon and Christmas music are in the air. The beautiful lights. The Christmas trees. Maybe even a promotion. My hot as hell boss… wait. No. Scratch that last part. I hate him. Unless, of course, we’re in a stairwell. Or at the local bar. Or laying in his bed with nothing on but the Christmas tree lights illuminating his perfectly toned abs. NO. How am I supposed to enjoy my favorite time of year, get my promotion, AND not fall in love with the biggest grinch I’ve ever met?

Sebastian

The broken girl that Mo brought to the clubhouse had me wanting to save her from herself and anyone else that dare hurt her from the moment I saw her. Now it's my personal mission to find the bastard that did this to her and make him suffer worse than he can possibly imagine. I'm trying to piece this broken soul back together with my own two hands, but can we really withstand the trauma she's been through or are we doomed before we even begin?

Bristol

Most girls at seventeen are thinking about college, parties, what boy they want to go to prom with. Me? I was thinking of a way to escape my new reality. I was kidnapped before I could make any of those normal seventeen year old girl decisions. Instead of normal, I was held in a concrete room and forced to become a toy for my own personal version of Satan for six long years. Then my new reality took a turn. I was rescued. SAVED. But at what cost?