Mister Naughty

How I, Stone Morgan, went from the fall harvest to secretly writing online dating and sex advice for the males of Mudville, I can't figure. All I know is I blame Harper for it. Apparently dating a writer has done something to my brain.But that's not the worst of it. Oh no. My bigger problem is that my youngest brother is sprinting to the altar, intent on a Christmas wedding with a woman he's known for barely a year. Boone beating us to I do is not going to sit well with my girlfriend. It should go over about as well as the news that I'm the author behind the column she loathes.What will happen when I finally confess that I'm secretly Mr. Naughty, the man she's declared her arch enemy? Hell if I know, but I don't need any advice column to tell me that my holiday this year is not going to be merry.