A Silk Tie, A Spicy Confession: One Woman's Christmas Journey from Cynicism to Ecstasy I'm done with love. Burned one too many times by charming men who turn out to bewolves in sheep's clothing. But then I meet him-the tall, dark, and dangerouslyalluring stranger who ignites a fire within me I thought was long extinguished. Our encounter in that dimly lit stairwell is electric, primal.He calls me "Princess" and has me begging for his touch, his kiss, his possession.For one glorious night, I forget my cynicism and lose myself in his embrace. But I should have known better than to trust another prince in shining armor.Fool me once, shame on him. Fool me twice...well, I won't be that girl again. Or so I thought.Fate has a twisted sense of humor, because just when I've resignedmyself to a life without love, my Christmas Prince reappears.
