"Why can't you just let your guard down for once and trust me?" Karen demanded angrily. His dark eyes blazed at her statement. "What, did I hit a soft spot?" She continued sarcastically and he flinched. "Just be quiet." He ordered. She took a step closer, ignoring the way the air around them had suddenly became strained. "Why?" She whispered, her mocking tone only fueling his anger, "are you so afraid of people actually caring about you that you pull out all the stops to make them hate you? Because if so it's working." "You know, maybe I don't let anyone in because every time I do they always leave! Every. Single. One. They think they can fix the poor blind man, and leave when they realize it's impossible." He shouted, his veins straining against his pale skin. "I-" Karen started, but stopped when his cold voice interrupted her. "Just get out." #19 in Chicklit 10/13/17 #9 in Chicklit 10/28/17 [Description will soon change]

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

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