Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of Jessica St. Hollis... where the End Times are a little more supernatural... and sexy... than expected.

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Check out Book 2 in the Fallen Saints of the Carolinas series: 

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I’m Saint Nicholas, but there’s nothing jolly about me. I just want to be left alone.

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I didn’t ask to land back on Earth during the apocalypse, but as long as I’m here, my whiskey and my club are more than enough. I don’t need anyone or anything else, and I’m sick of people asking me for favors. That’s why when the beautiful Ally finds her way down my chimney, losing her shirt somewhere along the way, I want to get rid of her immediately.

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I grimace. I glower. I even turn my unloaded gun on her. But when she stands in front of me and demands that I help her? I try to say no, but the word, usually so easy on my tongue, won’t come out.

She knows that I’m much more than the Patron Saint of Gift-giving, recognizing my potential in a way that no one, not even my best friend, does.

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And so, when she stands in the middle of my living room, and tells me she’s planning a heist, I find myself considering it.

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When it comes to her, I’m not sure I want to be left alone anymore. The woman who wants me to help her plan a heist may end up stealing my heart instead.