I had zero plans to spend Christmas with an alien convict, yet here I am. In possession of a misplaced interdimensional prison with no idea how to return to sender.Worse yet, this convict has no respect for personal space. It only goes downhill from there when, in a moment of desperation, I strike a bargain with him - be my Krampus for the annual Kringle Parade.Oh... and pretend to be my doting boyfriend for the holiday season in exchange for my help.Does this make me a criminal too?It's the most wonderful time of the year.Warning: This story contains a non-human alien hero, mature content, graphic language, and possible triggers. But also, tons of Grinchy-Scroogey vibes and holiday cheer! M F romance, standalone novel.