The Entity Who Came for Christmas

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“Happy Sol--crap!” Pru Daniels said after opening the front door of her friend and fellow witch Zoe Adams’ house. Seeing who was standing on the front porch this Winter Solstice made Pru’s heart and her fists clench.

Out of all the vampires in the world, he had to walk back into her life. Simon Howell. As a witch, she should have known better than to hook up with a vampire Demon Hunter. She should have known better than to hook up with a vampire, period. Adding Demon Hunter to the mix just made things worse.

“Happy Sol--crap to you as well,” Simon drawled. “I believe the proper greeting is Happy Solstice. Or Happy Yule. Unless you were going for the more generic Happy Holidays?”

She recognized that lift of his eyebrow. He did it whenever he was baiting her. Or getting ready to kiss her. He looked as sexy as ever with his light brown hair, blue eyes, and a wickedly endearing smile that hid the fact he was capable of ripping your throat out. He was dressed all in black, from his long leather trench coat to his cashmere sweater and well-fitting jeans.

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