Home Is Where The Beard Is — Frankie Love

You could call me a Grinch.But instead of green fur, I grew a beard and a brooding attitude.Sure, I've got a chip on my shoulder -- but we all have our issues.I live in the woods. Alone. That's the way I like it.Until this December.When Maple St. Claire knocks on my cabin door and everything changes.I may be a grump, but I'm a sucker for sweet things.And this girl? I've been in love with her since I was six years old.It's the season for miracles and maybe just this once I'll get the present I've wanted all my life:Maple St. Claire in my arms under the mistletoe. Dear Reader,It's Christmas and I was feeling generous... so I gave you not one, but two virgins. That's right, this filthy-sweet romance features an alpha hero who is saving himself for his one and only... and a sweet as sugar heroine who's been dreaming of this moment all her life. They're both about to get a really good Christmas gift! xo, frankie