Welcome to retail during the holidays, or as I like to call it, the seventh circle of ho-ho-hell. I might be named Chris, but that’s about the only festive thing about me.

So you can imagine my surprise when a cigar-smoking elf shows up in my room and whisks me off to the North Pole. Not only is Santa real, but he’s dead, and guess who just got the job?

I’ve got twenty days to bulk up, suit up, and sack up… toy sack, that is. Except nobody ever told me the workshop had so many distracting employees, including an ice queen that’s hot enough to make me melt.

Yeah, Santa Claus is coming, and hopefully, it isn’t just to town.

Warning: Don't buy this book if you hate reindeer shifter sex, taming shrews, or you're a guy named Kyle.