Cinnamon Claus

No one ever said working with Santa was all reindeer games, and North Pole isn’t a place of wonder and amazement…until it is. It may not be the holidays, but magic is definitely in the air.



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Working in Santa’s post office wasn’t an easy job. Each letter had to be read—even the ones that dug a hole in your heart and left shadows of the pain they imparted. But every elf needed a job if they were going to afford things like food and heat and a place to read a good book.



Every elf except Santa’s brother. He’s wild, charming, and totally unrestrained by the monotony of life…or so go the rumors. He’s totally not the type of man I would take a second look at. At least, not until an accident he causes forces me to and my world heads down a path I hadn’t thought possible.



What should a good elf do when the bad-boy brother of the big man himself comes to town and burns down the rumor mill with his smile, his kindness, and his heart? The spare may just be more vital to the Claus name than anyone expected. And I might be falling in love with him.