‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds by Simran

“I was supposed to con him. Instead, he conned his way into my heart.”

Do you know what I should’ve said when my best friend plotted an epic con of the century?
I should’ve said no.
But since the foundation of friendship was built on having their back when they’re being nuts, I said yes.
She made me believe the plan was foolproof.
Pretend to be her and go on the date set by her matchmaker.
Turn it disastrous and reject the man.
Except I wasn’t prepared for the tall, tattooed god with a cocky smirk to walk in.
My treacherous body came alive at the sight of him.
Lusting after him was the opposite of the plan.
Imagine my surprise when I succeeded with the mission, even though it hurt to walk away from him.
I thought it was the last I’d ever see of him.
Until six months later, fate made us collide in the snowy mountain valleys of Switzerland.
Our attraction was still sizzling as ever. But acting on it could be dangerous since there were one too many obstacles standing in our way.
He was looking for a white picket fence, I wasn’t.
He thought I was my best friend—I wasn’t.
He believed in a happily ever after—I didn’t.
As if resisting the temptation wasn’t enough, he stumbled on my very naughty list, baring my deepest, darkest fantasies.
Now he was hellbent on fulfilling them.
One carnal,
Filthy,
Kinky treat at a time.
In exchange, I go on a date with him for each one of them.
Soon, the lines began blurring and I did the one thing that wasn’t on the list.
Falling in love.