Conception Ridge

Ford Gamble is my dad's best friend. He's also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. But I remember a time when he was around more-the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my fantasies. Now there's just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little bit like a hot forty-something Santa, with six-pack abs. And that's what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration. Except I underestimate the bad weather, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in his bed-realizing I may have revealed my forbidden fantasies to him in my feverish sleep. Can I convince him to finally let me call him Daddy Christmas? Or will he deny that he shares my off-limits feelings? Because I know Ford can't stop looking at me with a wild heat in his gaze. And my desperate Christmas wish is that he's thinking about corrupting his little, not-so-innocent angel.

My plans for a solitary weekend of hiking and hot tubbing at my family's cabin in the mountains take a turn when I arrive at dusk, only to discover it's been rented out. And the unexpected guests aren't exactly strangers to me. They're construction workers who renovated my college dorm. Who growled at any boy who dared to look in my direction while I was trying to study. I don't need protection this weekend, though. I'm looking for a sweet kind of oblivion that it turns out only four strong arms can provide. Little do I realize they want a lot more than forty-eight hours of uninhibited bliss. These possessive men want double the happy ever after.