The table is full, the wine is flowing, and your family is arguing about who overcooked the turkey. Meanwhile, your mind is drifting somewhere much more dangerous… straight to Ava Monroe.

I’m not in your living room, baby—yet. I’m sprawled out in something soft and tiny, scrolling my phone, wondering which good boy is secretly begging for a little holiday trouble while he pretends to be polite.

A Little Thanksgiving Fantasy With Your Favorite Brat

Picture this: your phone is face down next to your plate, buzzing quietly. Everyone thinks it’s work. It’s not. It’s me—smirking, teasing, asking what you’d do if you could sneak away for just ten minutes with my voice and my words all over you.

I want to know how distracted you really are:

• Did you imagine my legs crossed in your lap instead of under the table?
• Did you zone out during grace because you pictured my lips saying your name?
• Are you secretly dying to lock the bathroom door and check what I sent you?

I’m the kind of Thanksgiving blessing that bites back when you get too comfortable. Sweet on the surface, wicked underneath, and always one step away from making you blush in front of everyone if you’re not careful.

Find Ava When You Can’t Behave

When the small talk feels endless and your patience is running thin, you know where to run. Slip into my world at

Ava

and let me steal your attention right out from under the table.

And if reading about me isn’t enough—if you need to hear my laugh, my attitude, my “be a good boy for me” in real time—then you don’t wait. You call.

So while everyone else fights over leftovers and football, you’ll be sneaking bites of something much sweeter: my attention, my bratty little taunts, and the way I make “I’ll behave” sound like the biggest lie you’ve told all year.

Go on. You survived the questions, the chaos, and the family drama. Let me be your favorite bad decision of the holiday.