Twelve days. Twelve gifts. One good girl.

Mallory has been done with dating apps for over six months. Too many f**kboys. She’d rather lift heavy at the gym and listen to her dark romance audiobooks in peace.

Then the gifts start showing up on the front seat of her car. A necklace. A bottle of expensive perfume. A pair of lace panties with a request that makes her shiver. Each one is signed Merrily Yours.

She should be scared. She should call the cops. But she’s far too curious about what will come next.

The stranger has been watching her, and he knows exactly what she likes. By the twelfth day of Christmas, she suspects the man leaving her gifts is the one she’s been pining after through the gym mirror.

On the Twelfth Day, You’re Mine is a raw, low-plot, high-heat dark romance about obsession, temptation, and how easy it is to give in to your darkest cravings.