Dumped by her loser boyfriend and attacked by a wayward Christmas figurine, stressed out Claire is knocked unconscious one night while decorating her apartment. Next thing she knows she’s in bed with a gorgeous, sexy man–one who offers to fulfill her every sexual desire. And she’s not about to turn him down.

She wakes up the next morning to discover it was all a dream. Or was it? Disappointed, Claire decides to lose the Scrooge attitude and embrace her inner holiday spirit. And just maybe all her Christmas dreams will come true…

Note: This title was previously published. Has been revised extensively for this version.

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Claire’s head hurt so bad she could barely open her eyes. She tried to, but her eyelids were so heavy she gave up, a low moan escaping her lips. Her temples throbbed and she felt so tired. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep.

Warm, slightly calloused fingers suddenly brushed against her forehead, soothing in their touch, and her low, agonized moan turned into a soft sigh.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

At the sound of the deliciously deep male voice her eyes flew open to find an eerily familiar handsome face looking down at her, his dark brown eyes filled with concern. A lock of black hair fell over his forehead and his full lips were parted, his tongue sneaking out to lick at them. Her panties grew wet at the sight of it.

How had this handsome man gotten into her apartment? She knew the door was locked, there would be no way he could get in unless he’d chopped it down with an ax. She sniffed the air but didn’t smell any smoke. Oh gosh, she hoped it wasn’t the fire department. They would probably do something like that to rescue her, right?

But why would she need rescuing? There was no fire…

Unless she counted the banked heat glowing in the strange man’s gaze. And the tiny flame flickered within her at the sight of him.

“Who—who are you? Where am I?” Her voice came out a husky croak. She wondered how long she’d been out. She had a feeling she wasn’t in her apartment. None of this felt…right. Normal.

“I found you outside in the snow, passed out and bleeding from your head. You must’ve fallen.”

She immediately reached up and touched the top of her head. Big mistake. She could feel the lump, the gash on top of it and she nearly passed out all over again.

He must have noticed, because he grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake. The imprint of his fingers upon her flesh sent a jolt of awareness shivering through her. “Oh, no you don’t. Wake up, sweetheart.”

Claire opened her eyes, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. No, this was definitely not her apartment. It looked more like a one-room log cabin, with a giant fire roaring in the river-rock fireplace and a few oversized wooden chairs with fluffy red checked cushions sitting close to the fire. No couches, no kitchen, no television. Very rustic.

She glanced around, then down at herself. She was in a bed, a very large bed that dominated the entire space. With a soft little cry she lifted the covers and saw she only wore her bra and panties. Her sweat pants and T-shirt had disappeared. How the hell had that happened? Did this man take off her clothes or what?

“Your clothes were damp when I found you,” the man said in explanation as if he could read her mind. “I figured you must have been out in the snow for a while. I was outside in the back gathering wood for the fire when I found you. I put you in my bed to keep you warm.”

“Who are you?” Claire asked again, eyeing him. She liked how he said ‘my bed’. It conjured up all sorts of images. And really, why was he so familiar? There was something about the tilt of his chin, the sharp slash of his cheekbones. Ooh, and his mouth. All that attractive masculinity was softened by his full, lush mouth. A mouth she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like, kissing him.

He truly was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

“I’m whatever you wish me to be.”