Santa Daddy, I’m Not the One by Gianni Holmes

If someone had told me Santa Claus was built like a lumberjack, was hung like a horse, and had a bag of toys for the adult persuasion, I would have found my Christmas spirit a long time ago.
Maybe it’s not too late.

Because of an elf’s mix-up, I find myself in the North Pole, where Santa Daddy immediately pegs me as one of the naughty ones. It turns out they wanted the Landon Gray on the Heart List, not the one from the Shadow Ledger.
Care to make a guess which I am?
My lack of holiday cheer can hardly be blamed for the wilting Christmas tree in the town square, but that doesn’t stop an angry mob from thinking I’ll be the ruin of Christmas this year. Luckily, Santa Daddy swoops in just in time to save me, making my heart swoon. Pretending to be into the festive season might just be worth it, especially if my hunch is right about Santa preferring his boys more naughty than nice.
However, it’ll take more than his impressive six-hundred-year-old “candy cane” to make me buy into the so-called magic of the season. I won’t lie, though—it’s one hell of a way to start.

Santa Daddy, I’m Not the One is an MM magical daddy kink romance with a cranky boy and a dirty talking Santa.