Masked Men

My boyfriend was perfect, up until he wasn't. When Mr. Vanilla found out about my deepest, darkest fantasies, he spread them all over campus and shamed me in the worst way possible. I dropped out of college and moved to a small town, where I have just inherited a house from my long-lost grandmother. I'm determined to get my life back on track and leave my old life behind. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be chased by a masked man through a haunted house on my first night in town. Or that he would make good on his promise to bring a friend next time.

I planned to arrive early at our remote lakeside cabin for a solo week of much-needed rest and relaxation before Thanksgiving. That was until my brother called and told me his best friends, my childhood crushes, would be there early too. I convinced myself it was fine. Besides, that was four years ago, and after they ghosted me, I got over them.

When my uncle offered me his apartment for the week, I planned to drown my sorrows in alcohol and seasonal music, wallowing in peace. What I didn't expect was for three men in Santa suits and glow masks to show up unannounced. Apparently, my best friend took it upon herself to sign me up for a fantasy-fulfillment website. I just hadn't realized she actually booked an experience for me.