Annabelle Wordly is at the tail end of a bad divorce, expecting to spend Christmas alone in her mid-40’s. Even her parents have gone away on a cruise.
Her best friend Sandy Bowers surprises her with a Christmas present of two weeks on the newly opened resort on the private island of vampires and she's ready for some Christmas fun!
So when two hot men take an interest in her, she takes her chance! But the men aren't what they seem, and Annabelle proves so irresistible to the supernatural alphas that a third hot hunk claims to be her soulmate as well.
All are quickly swept into an alternative world of Christmas magic, power and prophecy. Powerful forces are threatening, and it may be up to Annabelle to save Christmas from being destroyed in a magical ménage!
This is the first novel in best-selling Trinity Blacio Naughty Christmas trilogy that brings the supernatural to Christmas you’ve never imagined it before.
The tall blond man who was with Marcus earlier came over to their table. “Here you are. I come back from the restroom and you are with two beautiful ladies.” He was a carbon copy of Marcus, but with blond hair.
Oh, my God, two! Her gaze caught Sandy’s, who laughed so hard she had tears slipping down her face. Annabelle’s foot came up and kicked her in the shin, which made her laugh harder.
“Okay, what’s so funny?” Marcus looked from Sandy to Annabelle.
“Nothing, just something Annabelle said earlier.” Sandy wiped her face with a napkin.
“Ladies, may I introduce my brother, Lance? Do you mind if he joins us? Oh, you were going to go home. Can’t you stay a little longer? I want to hear all about your stories and what was so funny earlier.” His voice dipped down to a whisper as he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “Please. It’s Friday.”
A moan slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. “I suppose I can work on the story tomorrow night,” she mumbled, and shifted in her chair.
“Good, let me get you more eggnog. Lance, come and help me with the drinks. I need to ask you something anyway. Ladies, we’ll be right back.” Marcus got up and Lance followed him to the bar.
Sandy reached over and shoved her shoulder. “Look at those asses. Boy, Marcus can’t keep his eyes off you. What is all this shit about going home?” Sandy glared at her, tapping her nails onto the table. “And don’t give me that crap about you being too old.”