Holly Brewner knew she had a problem with Christmas Eve, but she thought her way of celebrating was better anyway. Twelve days of gifts and on Christmas Day, the big one. Her father and she had celebrated every year like this, but this year was going to be different.
This year she had a new stepmom and two stepbrothers, who happened to be dragons, and that changed all her plans.
Upon their arrival, her house burned down, she was shot at, and now she was staying in a cave for two days as if that were normal. On top of that, her two stepbrothers, Darius and Malcolm Longfellow, were claiming they were her mates and that they were going to marry her on Christmas Eve.
âOn the first day of Christmas, my personal elf sent to you two, the first six gifts of twelve, to two very naughty boys,ââ Darius read. âNaughty boys,â he growled and picked up the long package marked âFirst Day.â
âWell, she has a sense of humor. That is good,â Malcolm said, pointing out Hollyâs name.
âGo on, you open the first and Iâll get the second,â his brother said.
âI have a bad feeling about this,â Malcolm mumbled but opened the package, wishing he hadnât.
âI couldnât very well send a partridge, so I sent the branch he would have sat on,â her note said. âSon of a bitch. Thereâs bird shit all over that thing.â He growled and dropped the box to glare at his brother. âSense of humor? Open yours now.â
Two turtledoves would be the next gift, but Darius had no idea what sheâd send in their place. His brother wrinkled his nose. âTwo much-melted turtle dove ice creams. âNaughty boys donât get ice cream,â her note says.â He shook his head.
âYour turn,â Malcolm said, pointing to number three.
âShit,â Darius mumbled. âThree French hens. What the hell can she send us now?â He fumbled with the box to the point that he just ripped it open, sending its contents everywhere.
ââYou are not entitled to the actual hens you havenât earned, so I send you a part of the bird âfeathers.ââ Malcolm smiled, looking at him. âFeathers look so good on you,â he teased, and Darius growled, brushing off what he could.
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