Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf May 2026

Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, tasting like sugar and pure intent. "I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And she’s standing right in front of me."

Silas didn't move. He just looked at her with an intensity that made the industrial ovens feel cold. "I don't care about the codes, and you’re the most beautiful thing in this room. Even covered in frosting." Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf

The story highlights themes of romance and holiday spirit. Different tropes or settings can be explored if another story is desired. Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers,

Noelle’s heart did a somersault. "You’re very bossy for a man who doesn't know how to use a rolling pin." He just looked at her with an intensity

"Then we finish together," he decided, already rolling up his expensive shirt sleeves to reveal tattooed forearms. "Show me what to do. But fair warning, Noelle—once these cookies are done, you’re mine. I’m taking you home, putting you by the fire, and I’m never letting you go."

The mountain air was crisp, but inside the cabin, the warmth of the hearth and Silas’s unwavering devotion provided a sense of peace Noelle had never known. This Christmas marked the beginning of a new chapter, one where she was cherished far beyond the walls of her bakery.

"Silas! You can't be back here," Noelle squeaked, wiping her hands on her apron. "Health codes. And... and I’m a mess."