Mafia Mistletoe

I think I deserve a little holiday cheer at least once… in my pants, especially since my engagement party is tomorrow, on Christmas Day no less, and my arranged fiancé and I have zero chemistry. Like, nothing at all.
So what do I do? On Christmas Eve, I narrow down my candidate list to just one guy. Tony is handsome, smart, Italian, and does make my pulse beat a little too fast.
Except I’m me, with a 100% track record of getting everything wrong. Tony happens to be gay, and so I get his uncles instead.

My holiday cheer just turned into a full-on Christmas party of three.