Christmas with Candy by Georgia Rayne

When your heart is a cold, dead thing that lies dormant in your chest, you don’t expect a pair of pretty green eyes to make it beat again.
I joined a dating site.

I know what you’re thinking. Candy, why does a fine piece of ass like yours need a dating site?
The truth is when you spend your nights killing people for a living, finding a date is kind of hard.
Not to mention the fact that I don’t want to spend another holiday alone with the tequila bottle. So I am stepping out of my comfort zone and trying something new.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t have a weak stomach.