I don’t believe in Christmas magic.
But this woman might break me anyway.
Brooklyn keeps me grounded—my kid, my brownstone, my rules.
No drama. No illusions.
Definitely no Hollywood stars with million-dollar smiles.
Then Violet Masters crashed into my life.
A woman who’s lived her whole world on camera—polished, perfect, untouchable.
Until I pulled her out of danger and saw the cracks in her armor.
Now I’m her shadow for a month of Christmas in New York.
She hates needing me.
I hate how much I want her.
Because when her mask slips, I see the woman beneath the glitter.
The one who laughs like she forgot how, who eats diner pancakes like they’re a revelation, who fits in my paint-splattered brownstone like she was always meant to be there.
Every brush of her hand sets me on fire.
Every kiss we swore we wouldn’t take destroys the walls I spent years building.
And when Christmas ends, I’ll have to decide—
walk away safe…
or risk everything for the only woman who’s ever felt real.
Genre: Romance
But this woman might break me anyway.
Brooklyn keeps me grounded—my kid, my brownstone, my rules.
No drama. No illusions.
Definitely no Hollywood stars with million-dollar smiles.
Then Violet Masters crashed into my life.
A woman who’s lived her whole world on camera—polished, perfect, untouchable.
Until I pulled her out of danger and saw the cracks in her armor.
Now I’m her shadow for a month of Christmas in New York.
She hates needing me.
I hate how much I want her.
Because when her mask slips, I see the woman beneath the glitter.
The one who laughs like she forgot how, who eats diner pancakes like they’re a revelation, who fits in my paint-splattered brownstone like she was always meant to be there.
Every brush of her hand sets me on fire.
Every kiss we swore we wouldn’t take destroys the walls I spent years building.
And when Christmas ends, I’ll have to decide—
walk away safe…
or risk everything for the only woman who’s ever felt real.
Genre: Romance