After my mom died, I knew I was at serious risk of a blue Christmas. The only upside to being called home from my wanderlust lifestyle is the chance to see Brady again. He's always been a shortcut to merry and bright for me, even since we were teenagers. Only this time I'm hoping for more than a kiss under the mistletoe.
But will nice list Brady be willing to get a little naughty if he thinks I'll be running off to another globetrotting adventure after eight wild nights? And can I pack away my feelings like holiday decorations after I've unwrapped the gift of being with Brady?

Previously published as Eight Naughty Nights under the name Eliza Madison.