Sing it with me, kids! “On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me …”
Catchy though this ditty may be, it is not what’s going through Matilda Campbell’s mind as she flies from Philadelphia to a swanky Mexican resort at Christmas time. She was supposed to be going with her boyfriend, but he seems to have reunited with an ex-girlfriend. Fortunately, as these things tend to be in Hot Romance Novels, Tilda is seated across the aisle from a swarthy man who buys her a cocktail. It turns out that Miguel D’Oro (that’s GOLD in Spanish, you know) is headed to the same resort, which happens to be owned by his family.
The two have dinner together, during which Miguel makes an intriguing – and HOT – proposition: be his for the twelve days of Christmas, and in exchange, enjoy some of the most mind blowing sexy times Tilda can imagine. He will teach her Things. Good things. HOT things. Golden things.
Tilda, clearly no idiot, says yes.
And thus begins a myriad of scenes featuring some hot – HOT – headboard rockin’.
Oh, Miguel. Why don’t you exist in real life?
And speaking of real life, all vacations must come to an end, and Tilda’s does. So what happens next?
There are occasional Real Life interludes into this story, sometimes to a distracting fault. I found myself not really caring about character development or family drama. I just wanted those two in the sack. Or on the hotel balcony. Or in the kitchen. Or the shower. Or on a boat.
I wanted more MIGUEL. Naked, preferably.
This is mistletoe-tally HOT way to kick off your holidays.