Mistletoe and Mayhem: Z Boys, #6

By Sofia Aves

Abby adds two empty chair to the table for Christmas, though her heart is still full of conflict and love.

 

Eight months pregnant, Abby finds herself a single mother to be, and an anomaly in the Z Unit household. While everyone else slows for Christmas in the wake of the unit's catastrophic joint mission, Abby finds herself out of place…until a knock on the door to Fairview House revives a face from the past, one she never really said goodbye to at all.

 

Ruski Boryenka recieves orders on Christmas Eve to report to a unit he'd never heard of that doesn't exist. The last person he expects to open the door on Christmas morning is his ex fiance Abby Zhou, pregnant…and grieving. When the unit doesn't accept his untimely arrival, Abby and Ruski team up once more for a media campaign to remind the unit that while Christmas comes once a year, memories remain forever.

Mistletoe and Mayhem is a Z Unit Christmas novella

• Language: English
• Publisher: Little Quail Press
• Release date: Dec 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781922448453

Sofia Aves

Sofia Aves is a USA TODAY Bestselling author who writes fast-paced police romances, suspenseful mysteries, steamy cowboys with a Montana backdrop and the occasional cheeky god. She loves reading Indie authors and hides her collection of college romance books beneath an ever-growing TBR pile. Sofia is a mum of three crazies and an overly large fur baby who thinks she’s a teacup puppy. She loves orchids but can’t always keep them alive. Sofia lives near Brisbane, Australia Join Sofia’s newsletter & get a free Blue Blooded Brothers short story: https://BookHip.com/CNMQFX Follow Sofia on BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/sofia-aves?follw=true

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ISBN978-1-922448-45-3

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Abby’s story deals with grief while pregnant and the team 

work through their grief at their own losses. 

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For everyone invested in the Twins, 

this is their tribute.

PROLOGUE

My hands ran up the smooth thighs of the stunner writhing on my lap. My father had stepped away to take care of business while we were in Thailand, leaving the exotic dancer to ‘break in his virgin boy’. 

At seventeen years of age, that should have stung but it’s amazing what a decent dollop of tits and ass crammed into a black and purple sequined bustier could achieve in soothing a somewhat battered ego. 

Her hips rolled on mine, hands light as she danced above me, her head tilted back, and I knew she was lost in herself, separate from the club. 

It didn’t stop her from being the sexiest damn woman I’d ever seen. 

A thin line across the top of her tits marred her otherwise perfect skin, but for some reason, that mark was proof that she had a life, a history outside the club’s smoky, surreal interior where all time stood suspended in a haze of desire and sins. 

The first was new to me; the second I was already well acquainted with. My father made certain of that from a young age. Innocence didn’t sit well with our name. But she didn’t care anymore in her ignorance than I did. 

Just a kid getting off in his jeans while he pretended to be a worldly adult but honestly knew nothing of the world. 

Her head tilted as she sighed, her gaze catching mine, dark and fathomless as her cheeks flushed. Anything goes, hotshot.

My breath stuck in my lungs, my cock hard between her silky thighs as she worked up to her own pleasure above me. 

She’s getting as much out of this as I am.  

I gripped her a little tighter, and her eyes flung wide, as though seeing me for the first time. 

We came together in a whirlwind of lust and a mutual, deep-seated need to find something the equivalent of home that neither of us ever really had. For a fleeting period, we washed away the cares of a world far more interested in us than we were in it. Need rose again fast, spinning around us. 

I satisfied that need with her over