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. For content warnings, please visit the author's website.