Spend Christmas in a castle, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Instead, I got snowed in with the owner. Mountain-men move the F over. I was supposed to have the perfect girly weekend in a gorgeous castle… matching pyjamas, copious amounts of Prosecco, and not a c**k in sight. Instead, I’m stuck here with Lewis McCulloch. Eight years ago, he was the Christmas present my teenage-self dreamed of. But that was then. Now, he’s all grown up. Cocky. Arrogant. Demanding. So gorgeous it pisses me off. He’s everything I hate in a man, even if he looks like everything I want. Now I’m stuck alone in the castle with him. No heat. No power. No Prosecco. He makes the Grinch look like a christmas fairy, if the Grinch could start a fire with his grouchy stare. Fortunately, I reckon I’m everything he hates about women, too. But I’ll give him one thing, and one thing only… The boy sure is good with his hands. This isn’t the weekend I signed up for… but maybe it’s the weekend I need.
Author
Esme is a Scottish romance author who writes books about demanding and possessive alpha-heros. Or anti-heros, when the mood takes her. They're usually gruff and hard, but that is until they meet the women who bring them to their knees. In her spare time Esme writes sci-fi romance and sometimes remembers to eat. She's a mum of two very fiesty heroines and a wolf-hybrid, and she lives with her very own highlander-husband who she is trying to convince to do her audiobooks ;-) You can keep up to date by subscribing to her spam-free mailing list (honestly, she is a tech-phobe). https://www.subscribepage.com/x2k2t8
