Fireworks plus mistletoe equal one explosive kiss … Beau Slater sure brings the fireworks. Too bad they’re not the good kind. My brother’s best friend was so smoking hot, he blew up our small-town graduation night with one humiliating almost-kiss. It took me five years, one potential dream job, and three thousand miles to diffuse that horrifying memory. So when my worst enemy and I are forced together by our meddling mothers for a first-ever Christmas in July, I can’t risk Beau reigniting my heart. Which means I’m probably supremely stupid to enlist him in my plot to teach our manipulative families a lesson. Still. Beau’s future is a world away from mine, and neither one of us will give up on our dreams. So how hard could it be to fake-date the off-limits man I’m secretly pining for? The answer is EASY, Kasey. Just as long as I don’t let this old flame and his sugarplum lips burn me again … This hilarious and heartwarming closed-door romcom was first published as the novella “My Red, White, & Blue Christmas,” but has since been rewritten and expanded to include bonus chapters and epilogues. Characters from the Apple Valley Love Stories series appear in the story, but this book can be read as a standalone!

My dream job just got snapped up by the one man who rejected me… That’s right. I’m an unemployed twenty-something stuck sleeping on my grandmother’s old futon while Hudson Blaine, the guy who shot me down, gets to manage The Beachfront Inn. Talk about life being unfair. I’m about to flee town with what’s left of my pride when Mr. Rejection begs me to stay. Apparently, he needs my help resuscitating the inn’s reputation before the grand reopening. But I’m not sure I can bear Hudson being my new boss, or survive sharing an office with him and his wife-me-up eyes. So I tell myself it’s just for one month. One month to prove myself and what I’m capable of… Or go down on the shores of The Beachfront Inn in a blaze of humiliation.

My holly jolly Christmas just went up in smoke. Literally … Playing nursemaid to Bradford “Three” Fuller is the last thing I need for Christmas. But for the next few days, I’m stuck in charge of my ex’s sparkling eyes, his ridiculous abs, and his (mostly) accidental kisses. I don’t have a choice. You see, Three’s only hurt because of me. And not like he hurt me a decade ago. Like … I literally concussed the man with a fire extinguisher. Still, a make-or-break mission for my parents is what brought me back to the small town where he crushed my tender heart in the first place. And if I screw up, I risk my mother’s approval plus the job at my father’s law firm I’ve worked for my entire life. So I sure hope Santa stuffs my stocking full of self-control. And a defibrillator. Because my heart just may be broken by this second chance with Three … That Time we Kissed Under the Mistletoe is a full-length, closed-door romantic comedy in the Abieville Love Stories series, but the book can be enjoyed as a standalone. As with all Julie Christianson’s romcoms, you’ll find plenty of sizzling chemistry, but no content beyond kisses. \* Second chance romance \* Small-town Christmas \* Forced Proximity \* Trapped together \* Only one couch \* He rescues her NO THIRD ACT BREAKUP