| Genre | Pages | Spice | Rating |
| Contemporary Novella | 129 | 3.5 chili peppers | 3.5 stars |
Review
Tis the season for Krampus smut, and somehow we ended up with… no Krampus. Not even a horn. Tragic.
That said, this little novella is not a loss. Think of it as a candy cane quickie for your brain: high on spice, low on nutritional value, and sometimes that’s exactly the snack you want.
We’ve got a hefty age-gap here: thirty. full. years. If that makes your inner gremlin hiss, this might not be your sleigh ride. But if you can suspend disbelief and lean into the fantasy, it works just fine as a holiday brain vacation.
Morgan, 27, goes hunting for a one-night stand to shut her brain off and lands a man who practically reeks of dark history and bad decisions. Mafia past, emotional baggage, the whole “I’ve done terrible things but my dick is kind” package.
Does the mafia angle matter? Not really. If you’re hoping for kidnappings, dramatic shootouts, or criminal intrigue, you’re in the wrong chimney. That’s far too much plot for this little spicy stocking stuffer. What you do get is:
- Yummy BDSM
- Snappy banter
- A whole lot of spice
If you want monsters, keep walking. If you just want your holiday engine revved without tentacles, claws, or hooves, this is a fast, dirty little tune-up for your libido.
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