Emily Bennett has been up against a lot.
Murderous relatives. Biker gangs.
But a Greek goddess?
This will be a first.

Emily is finally back in Anchorville.
Home.
All she wants to do is to lock herself in for the rest of the year with her fiancé, Alexander Lewis, and not see another soul. Except the members of her ever-expanding household.
But trouble loves following Emily.
A paranormal investigation team is in town. A psychic seems determined to connect with her, and a teenager has supposedly gone missing.

Can Emily stay out of this mess when she already foresees bigger trouble coming Anchorville’s way?

Clary Fiore has had a long week.

But that’s over, and she’s more than ready to take a break. Finally, for the first time since she got to San Francisco, she gets to do what she loves—cook.

But her phone won’t stop buzzing with text messages.

It started with one.

That was followed by a second message.

Then dozens more followed.

All warning Clary about Seth Anderson and his brothers, telling her to stay away from them. All sent by one person—Pete Laker, an ex-detective who has a beef with Seth’s brother.

Pete may be persistent, and he may not simply sit back and wait for her to pay attention, but Clary couldn’t care less about the ex-detective.

However, the person behind it all is a whole other matter …

*Book 3 of the Andersons Entanglement. This is not a standalone book. Please start from book 1 of the series.

Christmas is less than a week away, and Clary Fiore is really hoping for a Christmas miracle to happen at work.

Everything else in her life is going perfectly. She has a new boyfriend, Seth Anderson, a brilliant and handsome man. Though not all of his brothers are excited about them being together, it doesn’t seem like an insurmountable problem.

And most importantly, the trouble from New York that was plaguing her is gone. So all she needs to do is fix the trouble she came to San Francisco to fix.

But trouble is closer than she thinks, and disapproval won’t only be coming from Seth’s brothers.

In comparison, facing a gun-toting lunatic may be a much better choice.