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This year, rockin’ around the Christmas tree has a new meaning.
Evan Andrews is a grinch with a god complex—and unfortunately, the lead singer in the band I just joined. From the second I walked in, he’s made it clear he doesn’t want me here. Because a privileged princess like me can’t possibly be the real deal for a rock band.
But if he really hates me that much… why did he kiss me like he wants to ruin me?
One taste and everything changes. His mouth is fire and filth, and now I can’t stop thinking about what else he’s capable of with those hands. He says he doesn’t want me. The label says he’s off-limits. But I’ve never been good at doing as I’m told—and Evan can no longer claim he doesn’t want me.
We can’t stand each other. We can’t keep our hands off each other. And with every stolen moment backstage, every moan muffled behind dressing room doors, I’m starting to think the real heat this Christmas has nothing to do with the season.
Because good girls get gifts. But this year? I want Evan Andrews unwrapped.
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