What’s cozier than a road trip with a brooding vampire who’s allergic to the sun? A road trip with a brooding vampire at Christmastime, obviously. Holly Winters is on the run, and not just from the loneliness of the season—this time, it’s from the mob. Witnessing a hit has landed her on the naughty list of some very dangerous men. Her Christmas escape plan goes off the rails when she’s cornered at a snowy train station. Enter Nicholas Frost: tall, dark, mysterious, and just a little undead. He saves her life, but his price for protection? Holly has to drive him home. For Nicholas, this road trip is nothing but a means to an end. He’s a centuries-old vampire with no interest in sugar cookies, snowmen, or the ceaseless hum of Christmas carols coming from the human woman in the driver’s seat. But as they navigate festive small-town stops and late-night conversations, Holly’s holiday cheer begins to thaw his frosty demeanor. Holly isn’t sure what’s crazier: that she’s road-tripping with a vampire, or that her grumpy, gorgeous passenger is somehow inspiring all kinds of holiday feelings she wasn’t expecting. And Nicholas? He’s starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, this sassy, sunshine-filled human is the greatest gift he never knew he needed. Get ready for a road trip full of Yuletide cheer, irresistible banter, and some very heated silent nights!

I never expected the CEO of SFG Industries to be the silent gargoyle who used to live next door. I’ve worked my entire life to escape my overlooked, Westend past—and this HR position is supposed to be my big break. A fresh start. A place where humans and monsters coexist. Where I finally get to matter. But then he walks into the room. Badak Steen. Carved from stone, cold as granite, and utterly unreadable. He doesn’t remember the girl who used to sneak glances through the fence. But something inside him does. He watches me like a sentinel. Shows up in places he shouldn’t. And when our fated bond begins to stir, I realize I’m not just in over my head—I’m in his sights. Now I have to decide: Am I brave enough to love the monster I’ve always wanted? Or smart enough to run before he claims me for good? Welcome to SFG Industries: where the monsters are your bosses, the office tension bites, and love always claims what’s fated. Heat Level: Slow-burn tension with sacred intensity — emotional build-up, possessive stares, and a reverent rooftop claiming that will leave you breathless. Expect: Longing glances and aching restraint. A heated almost-kiss in a broken elevator. Sacred wing-touching (gargoyle-level intimacy). A soulbond scene under moonlight that wraps around your heart—and her body.