I offered the galaxy’s coldest billionaire a deal: Three holiday dates for the contract he needs. I didn’t expect him to play for keeps. Drax is the owner of the Aurora Grand, and he is the definition of a Grinch. He’s seven feet of violet-skinned arrogance, richer than a star system, and he needs my signature. I own a tiny share of a mine he’s desperate to buy. He thinks he can intimidate me with his sharp suits and high-tech visor. He’s wrong. I’m not selling—unless he proves he has a heart. My terms? Complete three Solstice traditions with me. Cut a tree. Buy a gift. Share a meal. He agrees, thinking it’s just business. But as we check off the list, the icy CEO begins to crack. I see the possessive heat in his eyes when he shields me from the snow. I feel the tremble in his massive hands when he pins me against the wall of his penthouse. His glowing tattoos are telling me a truth he refuses to speak: I’m not just a business acquisition. I’m his mate. But Drax has spent a lifetime guarding his heart, and I have one rule: I don’t give myself to men who only know how to take. THE SOLSTICE GIFT is a steamy, standalone sci-fi romance featuring a redemption arc for the ages, a billionaire who spoils his girl, and plenty of praise. Perfect for fans of holiday magic with an alien twist. Guaranteed HEA.