Magic is all around. You just have to believe. Do you believe? “Life is too short to be cynical. So smile, dare to believe and leave the door open for Magic.” I live by those words. I’ve searched the world for answers to questions that only seem to lead to more questions. Imagine my surprise when I discover Magic right across the hall... wearing nothing but an apron and a smile... I’m Laney Evans, and I believe in Magic. “The secret ingredient is always Magic." I’ve lived my whole life with Magic surrounded by a wacky, prank crazed, magical family. I thought I had the recipe for happiness all spelled out until I caught sight of Laney Evans, and now I know that the best is yet to come! I’m Max Cross, and I believe in love at first sight. (I’m not a creeper, damn it.)

I’m a believer in all things magic, including the magic of a traditional family Christmas. I’m the current Welterweight MMA Champion, or at least I have the belt that says I am. I’m also a Cross-to-be and I’m heading into this holiday with a few tricks up my sleeve… er… cast. Ignore the cast—you should see the other guy. I’m Laney Evans. I’m so ready to rumble. I’m a wizard. From a family of wizards. Prank crazed wizards. And I’m engaged to the love of my life. The sweetest, most amazing, most non-prank crazed girl. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and sane around my family. I just hope I can manage to survive the Cross-Family Christmas myself. I’m Max Cross. I so wasn’t prepared for this.

I’m being stalked. Everyone thinks I’m just being silly, but I know better. He is everywhere; at my grocery store, my dry cleaners, he somehow even got himself invited to my house for Thanksgiving. He’s charmed my parents, brothers and even my pig. He was smooth about it though, I really did not see Jax Cross coming. It could have been the cheese puff in my eye, but I really didn’t see those big brown eyes, sparkling smile, and two perfect dimples heading my way. I’m gonna try and fight it. At least I’ll give him a run for his money, I’m MacKenzie Michaels. And I’m so screwed. I got hit by my Bus a few weeks ago. Hard. What’s a Bus? My One. My Person. The missing piece to my soul. The ying to my yang. The PB to my J. Only she’s been driving in the other direction ever since I started trying to catch her. It's possible I have my work cut out for me. I may just have to cross a few lines to make it happen… I’m Jax Cross and I don’t recommend calling your One a Bus to her face.