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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Mistletoe and holly and lights all aglow. It's my favorite time of year. Until my husband had to go and ruin it. Christmas is officially canceled at my house now that I've kidnapped my husband and locked him in the basement. And not even Santa can get me out of this mess. I know what you're thinking. That I'm crazy. But I swear I'm not. I'm going to let him free eventually. Or maybe with a little Christmas magic he'll fall in love with me again.

I'm an addict. It's hard for me to know the difference between addiction and love. But when I'm with Penny, I don't need any other vices. I feel like I can breathe for the first time in years. I feel… whole. I know I've messed up so much in my life. But it's time to move forward. It's time to make amends. Because no one deserves to be punished forever. Even a monster like me deserves to be loved.

To most people, suburbia is synonymous with good school districts, manicured lawns, and friendly neighbors. But you can never really tell what's hiding behind those white picket fences and smiling faces. I mean, we all have secrets. The kid down the street steals lawn gnomes. The woman on the corner is having an affair. And me? I'm a murderer. At least...that's what everyone thinks. Because that's the other thing about the suburbs. Rumors spread like wildfire. Handsome detectives start poking around. Houses explode. You know...the usual.

My BFF has been kidnapped. And in less than 24 hours, her kidnapper is going to auction off her virginity. Don’t get me wrong–it’s amazing to have your virginity auctioned off. Especially if a guy is willing to pay millions for it. What a compliment! But I can’t let my BFF lose her V-card all alone. So I’ll do whatever it takes to save her.

I’m the ultimate single girl. But I’m also the best girlfriend in the world. So when my lesser half invites me to Harvard to help him get into the most exclusive club on campus, I’m happy to help. In fact, I’m willing to do anything to get him into this club. Even if it means taking my top off during a scavenger hunt. Or slipping away during a fancy dinner to use my best persuasion skills on one of his future brothers. I might even have to tame a three-headed monster…whatever that means. Spoiler alert - it’s a sex thing.

My bodyguards won’t leave me alone. The nice one refuses to leave my side. The stern one prefers to watch from a distance. He’s never spoken to me. But I can always feel his eyes on me. Always. Even when he shouldn’t be watching. Like when I’m in bed with my boyfriend. He thinks I don’t know he’s watching. But I know. And I love it.