Scrooged By the Biker by McKenna Rogue

Ginger is the pastor’s daughter and off limits
We have history, but I’ve managed to keep my distance
She saunters into my shop with holiday cookies and her Christmas list
She tells me all she wants for Christmas is me
It takes everything I have not to kiss her, mistletoe or not
I know I’m no good for her—I’m leather and she’s lace
But we fit together like mistletoe and holly
We’re both reminded how life is too short
This Christmas, the only thing I’m unwrapping under my tree is her.