A Little Christmas: Oscar’s Secret by Jena Wade

Moving sucks. Moving to a new city, into the house of a relative you never knew existed and will now never meet, plus starting a new job— that was a whole new level of overwhelming. I just wanted to slip into my little space and let daddy take care of everything. One problem: I don’t have a daddy. Maybe I should put him on my Christmas Wish List.

And then Santa delivers in the form of a smexy Daddy next door. Only Maxwell doesn’t seem to want a little, at least not one permanetly. That’s okay, I’m happy with the playtime he’s willing to give. A sometimes daddy is better than no daddy at all.