Merry Midnight

Molly:

I’ve always felt safer in the night.

When a handsome stranger appears at my local pub on the eve of Yule, something in me recognizes him. Intense and guarded, Niklaus Night watches the room with stoic presence but the banter flows easily, and his quiet smolder draws me in. The connection is wild and intoxicating, enough to have me considering taking a chance and being a little reckless, for once.

Until a fight breaks out and he leaves me on the middle of the dancefloor without so much as a word of explanation.

But in the darkest hours of Yule, when the Night spirits come knocking, I hear a voice, wounded and calling from the shadows.

My heart wrenches, realization and horror mixing with the adrenaline when I see him bloody and wounded in the snow.

Shadows leak from his body, seeking me out even as his mouth orders me to run, to shut the doors tight and keep the fire blazing.

It’s my choice, to leave him to the devouring darkness or take my chances with the embodiment of the Longest Night.

It should be easy to turn back and lock the door.

Then why can’t I look away?

Why do I feel like maybe… I want to be consumed?

Merry Midnight is a cozy, snowed-in, Yule holiday romance.