He came down the chimney for more than cookies.

I hate Christmas.
The songs. The fake smiles. The memories of my ex walking out on Christmas Eve.

But one sarcastic “Dear Santa” at the office party changes everything—because the letter I read aloud? It wasn’t a prop.
Now there’s a golden-eyed incubus in the supply closet, claiming he’s here to restore my holiday spirit… by any means necessary.

We’re snowed in overnight, the lights keep flickering, and this demon of desire has a thing for tinsel, praise, and making even a Grinch like me laugh while he ruins my lipstick.

Lucien is sin wrapped in red ribbon—playful, seductive, and determined to prove that pleasure is a Christmas miracle.
And the more he touches me, the more I start to believe him.

Because maybe the magic of Christmas isn’t found under the tree…
Maybe it’s in the arms of the incubus who came down the chimney just for me.