The President's Christmas Vixen

Gabe
The club is thriving.
My daughter’s getting married.
The clubhouse is full of life, laughter, and newborn chaos.
But at night, it’s just me and the silence.
I had something real with Linzie once. Her fire. Her strength. Her understanding of loss.
But the club always comes first—and she never truly accepted that.
I let her go to protect us both.
Now, she’s back at the clubhouse for the holidays, and the war that kept us apart is over.
I want her. Hell, I need her.
But she’s not making this easy.
And I can’t blame her—not when I pushed her away.
This Christmas, I’m hoping for a miracle.
Because I don’t want to face another year without her.

Linzie
We were both broken, and for a while, we fit.
Then club life pulled Gabe away and he found himself fighting another war.
Now my son’s wearing a cut with the club’s colors, and my fears are clawing their way to the surface.
I’ve already buried one love—I can’t survive another loss.
All I wanted was some kind of assurance for Gabe to tell me everything would be okay.
Instead, he made walking away look easy, not willing to fight for me. For us.
With everyone together for the holidays, and a snowstorm closing in,
The clubhouse is on lockdown and there’s nowhere for either of us to hide.
Gabe’s using mistletoe kisses and his sexy smile to get himself back on the nice list.
Saying he never stopped wanting me isn’t the same as staking his claim.
This naughty Vixen is done waiting—he’s going to have to crawl under the mistletoe,
Because every girl knows the best way for a man to apologize is on his knees.