Christmas

What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot, drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to “Come and Get Your Love” like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy—naked? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are. This isn’t even the most unprofessional thing that’s happened between us in the past couple of weeks. The first was when I agreed to let her have Christmas Day off, but only if she goes with me to three family gatherings as my fake girlfriend. The second was when she caught me belting out a Christmas song on stage in the awful hotel bar. The third was the hot, drunk, angry sex that followed, but I do not regret it. And she hasn’t even found out the real reason I need her by my side this holiday season. I need to pull it together before I do the dumbest, most unprofessional thing of all—fall head over heels in love with the only assistant who’s lasted more than a month at the job and claims to hate me and my moods more than she hates eggnog. And I’ve seen how much she hates eggnog.

USA Today bestselling author Jenny Holiday follows A Princess for Christmas with another delightful contemporary Christmas romance between a playboy baron and a woman who has said goodbye to love. Maximillian von Hansburg, Baron of Laudon and heir to the Duke of Aquilla, is trapped. Under pressure from his domineering father, he must marry a suitable bride before he inherits a title that feels like a prison sentence. In New York to meet a prospective wife, he ditches his responsibilities and appears on Dani Martinez’s doorstep. He’s been intrigued by the no-nonsense professor since he met her at the Eldovian royal wedding and is determined to befriend her. Newly single Dani is done with love—she even has a list entitled “Things I Will Never Again Do for a Man”—which is why she hits it off with notorious rake Max. He’s trying to escape relationships, and she’s resolved to avoid them at all costs. All they want from each other is friendship and a distraction from their messy lives. As their bond begins to deepen, so does their attraction, until they end up in bed together. Falling in love was never part of the plan—Max’s family doesn’t see Dani as a perfect match, even as his heart tells him she’s the one, and Dani isn’t sure she can make it in Max’s world. Can they find the courage to live they life they desire, even if it means risking everything?

Lauren Richmond isn’t a fan of Christmas. Which is why she rarely makes the trip home to the Midwest for the holidays. After all, she has plenty to keep her busy—namely, her duties as a set decorator on a TV sitcom. But this December, Lauren's brother and his wife are expecting a baby, so her brother arranges a ride home for her with his good friend, Will. Unfortunately for Lauren, she’s been trying to forget college baseball coach and childhood crush Will Sinclair for more than ten years. Now, thanks to her fear of flying, she’s stuck in a car with him from California to Illinois. She’s circumspect and organized. He’s flirty and spontaneous. She’s convinced that people don’t change. He’s trying to prove to her (and himself) that he has. On this cross\-country road trip, they’ll both discover that history doesn’t exactly repeat itself. . . but like any good Christmas carol, it does have a second verse.

Where the lovelight gleams … A pasture of dead trees. A hostile takeover of the Santa barn by a family of raccoons. And shipments that have mysteriously gone missing. Lovelight Farms is not the magical winter wonderland of Stella Bloom’s dreams. In an effort to save the Christmas tree farm she’s loved since she was a kid, she enters a contest with instafamous influencer Evelyn St. James. With the added publicity and the $100,000 cash prize, she might just be able to save the farm from its financial woes. There’s just one problem. To make the farm seem like a romantic destination for the holidays, she lied on the application and said she owns Lovelight Farms with her boyfriend. Only … there is no boyfriend. Enter best friend Luka Peters. He just came home for some hot chocolate, and somehow got a farm and a serious girlfriend in the process.

My neighbor is a Grinch. Since I run the Christmas Emporium and sometimes moonlight as an elf, that's kind of a problem for me. No surprise, though. When I brought over cookies to welcome him to the neighborhood this summer, he slammed the door in my face. Until he brings his kid to visit Santa one of the days I'm working as an elf, and I realize there are key parts of their story I'm missing ... 1. The little girl is his much younger sister, not his daughter. 2. He's her guardian since their parents died in a tragic accident. Now all of his handsome, broody glares make so much more sense. As one of Santa's elves, I make it my mission to make this Christmas as special for them as possible. Which somehow includes trespassing on his property to hang Christmas lights and braiding the little girl's hair regularly. Despite his glares and grumpiness, I discover the soft underbelly of the beast. Will this Grinch's heart grow three sizes as well? And if it does, will it have room for me? A Very Grumpy Christmas is a standalone, small town, neighbors to lovers romance featuring a grumpy single dad and the sunshiny neighbor who's determined to make his Christmas better. Full of heat and heart with an HEA guaranteed!

Adam Dunbar was once the boy who never gave me a second glance. Now he’s the hot billionaire next door who can’t look away. I go home to Fairhill for the holidays to escape my cramped city apartment and failed career. My to-do’s are spending time with family, eat turkey, and watch bad Christmas movies. Reigniting my crush on my brother’s former best friend was not on the list. Adam is back in our small town after a decade away. He’s older, richer, and more of a Scrooge than ever. Christmas is commercialism, and he won’t have any of it. Me? I start listening to holiday music in October. But our clashing opinions on the season can't stop the attraction growing between us. Could this grumpy billionaire actually be my perfect Christmas gift in disguise? And if so... Do they accept returns? This is a steamy, heartwarming, low-angst Christmas novella about a cynical billionaire and the woman who’s determined he learn to enjoy the holidays. Read with hot cocoa on standby!

Clark Griswold was onto something, at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug—another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn’t get—I’m not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER. When Mom insisted that we all gather at my Grandparent’s ancient cabin for an old school family Christmas, I fully intended to get into the holiday spirit with the help of the three wise men, Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels, and Jim Beam. But those boys did absolutely nothing to offset the shock or temper the sting of seeing my EX on our doorstep the first day of our holiday soiree. Apparently, Santa missed the memo, and this elf is pissed. Stuck for a week with the man who obliterated my heart nearly two decades ago, I did the only thing I could do and put on my game face, thankful for the home advantage. I knew better than to drink that last cup of eggnog. I knew better than to get tongue tangled beneath the mistletoe with the only man to ever break my heart. I knew better than to sleep with Satan’s wingman on the eve of the Lord’s birthday. I could blame the nog. I could blame the deceitful light blue eyes, thick, angelic hair, and panty evaporating smirk…but mostly, I blame Eli because he always knew exactly which of my buttons to push. I foolishly thought a family Christmas filled with nostalgia was going to turn my inner Scrooge around, but this year’s festivities went up in flames. Leave it to the ghost of my Christmas past to be the one to light the match. Fa la la la la, la FML.

She’s meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings… Molly and Andrew are just trying to get home to Ireland for the holidays, when a freak snowstorm grounds their flight. Nothing romantic has ever happened between them: they’re friends and that’s all. But once a year, for the last ten years, Molly has spent seven hours and fifteen minutes sitting next to Andrew on the last flight before Christmas from Chicago to Dublin, drinking terrible airplane wine and catching up on each other’s lives. In spite of all the ways the two friends are different, it’s the holiday tradition neither of them has ever wanted to give up. Molly isn’t that bothered by Christmas, but—in yet another way they’re total opposites—Andrew is a full-on fanatic for the festive season and she knows how much getting back to Ireland means to him. So, instead of doing the sane thing and just celebrating the holidays together in America, she does the stupid thing. The irrational thing. She vows to get him home. And in time for his mam’s famous Christmas dinner. The clock is ticking. But Molly always has a plan. And—as long as the highly-specific combination of taxis, planes, boats, and trains all run on time—it can’t possibly go wrong. What she doesn’t know is that, as the snow falls over the city and over the heads of two friends who are sure they’re not meant to be together, the universe might just have a plan of its own… A totally gorgeous and escapist friends-to-lovers festive romance with a swoon-worthy hero. Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Mhairi Macfarlane, and Christina Lauren.

One week with one little girl—an angel, according to my staffing agency. Acting as the short-term nanny for a single dad should have been an easy way to make some extra cash. Until I show up for my first day and face off with a demon disguised as a seven-year-old girl wearing a red tutu and matching glitter slippers. Oh, and her father? My temporary boss? Maddox Holiday. The same Maddox Holiday I crushed on in high school. The same Maddox Holiday who didn’t even know I existed. And the same Maddox Holiday who hasn’t set foot in Montana for years because he’s been too busy running his billionaire empire. Enduring seven days is going to feel like scaling the Himalayas in six-inch heels. Toss in the Holiday family’s annual soiree, and Christmas Eve nightmares really do come true. But I can do anything for a week, especially for this paycheck, even if it means wrangling the naughty, impressing the nice, and playing the nanny.

I pride myself in being grounded. Sure, I’ve had my share of childhood fantasies. Winning an Oscar. Winning the lottery. Winning an Olympic medal for an athletic talent I have yet to discover. But the only fantasy I ever thought might actually happen was winning my brother’s best friend. Heath Holiday. My crush on him has ebbed and flowed over the years, but the day I started working for his construction company was the day I smothered it for good. Sort of. Mostly. It was on my to-do list. Making it a priority would have been easier had he not arrived at his family’s annual Christmas party looking ridiculously handsome in a suit. Then he kissed me. We stepped into an alternate universe and he kissed me. I assumed the next day I’d just be Guy’s little sister again. The office newbie. Our kiss forgotten. Except he keeps showing up at my house. With gifts. A gold bracelet carrying three jingling bells. Two dainty jeweled earrings, each shaped as a bow. And finally, he brought himself. One brother’s best friend, asking if I can keep a secret.

There are a lot of places I’d rather spend Christmas Eve morning than on a cold, snowy sidewalk outside someone else’s home. I’d kill to be sitting beside a fireplace, drinking cocoa, wearing flannel pajamas and reading a book. Instead, I’m here, standing in front of my one-night stand’s house, working up the courage to ring the doorbell and tell him I’m pregnant. I hate that term—one-night stand. It sounds so cheap and sleezy. Tobias Holiday is neither of those things. He’s handsome and caring. Witty and charismatic. And once, a long time ago, he was mine. Our one-night reunion was only supposed to be a hookup. A fling with an old lover. A parting farewell before I moved to London and put my feelings for him an ocean away. How exactly am I supposed to explain that to Tobias that I’m having a baby? His baby? Maybe I could sing it. He always loved the silly songs I made up in the shower. Three French hens, two turtle doves. And a partridge and a pregnancy.

Everyone says “there’s no place like home”… well not for me. When I’m forced to spend the holidays at home with my family in Strawberry Hollow, I have no idea how I’m even going to survive the week, let alone make it through my least favorite holiday… Christmas. That is until I run into my childhood crush, and my brother’s best friend, Parker Grant. Now, he’s the sexy, off-limits doctor in our small town, and nothing like the man I left behind six years ago. While I hate the holidays, there is nothing that he loves more. Well, other than a good bet. Which is exactly what happens when we end up together under the mistletoe. A bet that changes everything. He asks for the next seven days to change my mind about Christmas. But seven days alone with Parker is more than either of us bargained for. Now, there’s much more at stake than a silly mistletoe bet. The Mistletoe Bet is a complete standalone Christmas novella with lots of banter, even more laughter and a heartwarming HEA.

The girl who loves Christmas falls for the Grinch—it’s a Christmas miracle. What started as a dumpster fire of a blind date turns into a deal. In truth, it probably didn’t help that I showed up dressed like an elf but that’s a story for another time. Our start was rocky at best which is why it’s so frustrating that I can’t stop thinking about his sexy British accent. Or the way his chest and arms fill out his suit. Or his perfect hair with that single streak of grey at the front. Santa likes lists and so do I, so here’s all the reasons why Andrew and I aren’t right for each other: He’s my brother’s best friend He’s the biggest grump I’ve ever met. He hates Christmas. That last one is big for a girl like me who thinks that the entire month of December should be a national holiday. So, when he calls for my help in planning his firm’s holiday party, I can’t pass up the opportunity to grow my small business. Bonus, we make a deal, and he agrees to attend three holiday events with me so I can make him fall in love with Christmas. As if I’d pass up an opportunity to make a Grinch’s heart grow three times its size. It isn’t long until I discover Andrew has a very real reason to hate Christmas and I start to see him in a different light. That’s when the Christmas miracle begins.

All she wants for Christmas is peace and quiet. All he wants for Christmas is… her. Losing her job and boyfriend weeks before Christmas leaves Talia feeling more bah humbug than filled with festive spirit. The last thing she needs is Christmas with her chaotic family and Rafe Scott, her brother’s grumpy best friend and long-term star of her hottest fantasies. Her heart’s deepest desire if she’s honest with herself. But when Rafe comes along with an offer she can’t refuse—use of his family’s cottage in Scotland in exchange for a date to his company’s holiday party—Talia gratefully accepts. A quiet, wintry escape sounds like heaven and a few hours in Rafe’s company couldn’t hurt. Until it does. Fleeing to her Scottish Highland retreat, Talia’s longed-for peace doesn’t last long when a bitter storm brings snow and the one man she desperately wants but cannot have. Now snowed in together for the holiday season, will their simmering attraction keep them warm or will they both get burned? One Week With You is a steamy contemporary holiday novella containing strong language and sexual scenes.

I thought I was thawing the icy exterior of Asher Bennet, turns out, he was melting mine. Asher Bennett, my new boss for the holiday season, is a billionaire CEO who looks like a movie star and acts like a scrooge. He’s grumpy, uptight, and entirely too serious. But the worst part of all is that he is taking up far too much space in my mind. I’d prefer to stay in my safe zone, help the community where I can, and leave work at work. But this job is forcing us together and the closer we get, the harder he is to resist. Clara Snow is over-the-top, a mystery wrapped in tacky Christmas packaging. My newest employee, full of sunshine, has kept me on my toes from the moment we met. Every smile she gives me chips away at the walls I’ve built around myself. But I have a company to run and that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. The problem is, her warmth is inescapable even on the coldest winter night.

Abbie Keller thought that Richard Bartholemew Benson the Third would be her forever. In their four years of dating, she never doubted that she wouldn’t end up with his grandmother’s engagement ring on her finger. Sure, she had to change a few things about herself to fit that mold, like dying her hair, dressing more conservatively, and finding golf enjoyable (honestly the most difficult of the changes), but she was sure that at the end of it all, it would be worth it. That is, until he leaves her crying outside her apartment wearing a Halloween costume, having broken it off with her because she’s just not serious enough. She was just fun, he tells her - and now that Richard has becoming a partner at his law firm in his sights, he needs to focus on work. So she does what every girl does when she’s broken up with: she calls her friends, gets drunk, dyes her hair, and formulates her plan for revenge. It just so happens that the universe supports her efforts and gives her the perfect match to prove to her ex that he made a huge mistake: his boss. Abbie starts dating the founding partner of Richard’s law firm, Damien Martinez, with one thing in mind: convincing him to invite her to the huge annual Christmas party as his date. But when the relationship starts to become something more than casual dating and Abbie sees that the tough New York lawyer has a soft side, will she be able to follow through with her plan of deceit? Tis the Season for Revenge is a contemporary, grumpy sunshine, age-gap, Christmas romance. It is a full-length romance with a Happily Ever After that features sexually explicit material and profanity. This book is intended for 18+

He’s everybody’s favorite go-nowhere f\ck-boy, And the local golden girl has just asked him to destroy her virtue... Mitch Landowski plays Santa in our small town every year, and when I sit on his lap, I can’t wait for him to ask me what I want. My filthy mechanic neighbor has watched over me since tragedy struck my family, and I've loved him for it—but now that I'm grown and home from college for the holidays, I want him to take care of me in new ways. I wrote a short list of “festive activities” I’d like the reputably sexy mountain man to perform on me. It's fairly tame—wouldn't want to shock anyone by asking for things I really want, but it's a good, basic list. A nice list. One Mitch adds another page-and-a-half of naughty suggestions to… Before his conscience gets the better of him, and he tears it up. Eager to learn exactly what Mitch wants to do to me, I tape that list back together, read it, and become even more desperate for him to manhandle me into all of the positions he's doodled in the margin. I want every item on that list. Every. Damn. Thing. I've always wanted his family to be my real family, and there’s a sure way to get that written at the bottom in Mitch’s crude handwriting—it's even underlined—and it's an "I'll take care of you forever" kind of statement. He wants to f\ck a baby into me. As many times as I'll let him. And I'm going to let him—because being bred by a devoted stud like Mitch …? It’s everything I've dreamed of, and now that I know he wants it too… There’s no stopping the fun we’re going to have together this Christmas. This full-length, spicy AF, age gap, daddy, holiday romance is a light and fun, kinda-sweet read, containing multiple graphic sex scenes with full-creaming breeding kink, butt stuff, edging, use of restraints, candy cane peppermint tingles in all the good places, a little milking action toward the end, and some weirdly-hot\\ reindeer role play. (Because it’s Christmas, and that’s how I roll.) Treat yourself to the satisfying gift of holiday-spiced kink and intense smut for Christmas! ♥

3 things I want to do to my best friend’s 1\. Slap him for being a cold, domineering and rude prick2\. Kiss him for being the hottest older man I’ve ever met3\. Climb into his bed when we’re snowed in for Christmas… I never meant to hookup with my best friend’s dad… But when we’re forced together during the merriest time of the year, I end up falling into his bed… and into his heart. He may be a jerk, but Brett McKinnon is also totally irresistible. And off-limits… forever. My friend would never forgive me for sleeping with her father… Much less if she found out our heated encounter left me pregnant with Brett’s baby. A man who is old enough to be my father. I grew up with nothing and worked hard for everything in my life. This surprise pregnancy feels like a curse destined to ruin my life along with Brett’s. That’s why I’m never, ever telling him. SNOWED IN WITH BEST FRIEND’S DAD is a full-length, standalone spicy age gap romance, complete with a secret pregnancy and a Christmas theme! \\Fall in love with an older alpha hero and his powerful young match! Seasons greetings! \\

My country music career is going downhill fast, and my very public breakup isn't helping. All I want is to hide away at a cozy ski lodge this Christmas, avoid anything festive, and figure out what to do with my life. Is that so much to ask? Aksel Lund is a modern-day Viking who should be gracing magazine covers with his smoldery frown, not running the Havenkirk Ski Lodge like a tyrant. Unbeknownst to me, this map-dot town in Idaho doesn’t have a spa or know how to be chill about Christmas. Aksel’s eight-year-old daughter drags me to every single Snowmass celebration because I don’t have the heart to tell her no. Her grinch of a father though? He has no heart. When he’s not criticizing my music, or saving me from hurtling down the slopes, or arguing with me over my excessive luggage—it’s only five suitcases, calm down—he’s dodging my questions about why he’s a single dad and who keeps calling about his debts. I may be a celebrity—which basically makes me a scrooge in his eyes—but I know a thing or two about hard times. And it looks like Havenkirk will be sold to some rich developer the minute the tinsel comes down. If only Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding would let me help save the lodge. And if only Aksel didn’t make my heart twist painfully in my chest and leave me panting whenever he turns that glower on me. If only I truly loved the season and could pull a Christmas miracle out of my guitar. Turns out a miracle is what I need to get Aksel out of my heart, too. Author’s Grumpy Little Christmas is a steamy small-town romance with low angst, high heat, and one grumpy alpha hero. If you like melt-your-marshmallows banter, gingerbread contests, snow sledding, mistletoe kisses, tender daddy-daughter moments, and lazy hot tub nights leading up to the sweetest holiday love affair between the two most unlikely people, then this is the romance for you! Grumpy Little Christmas is a complete standalone novel.

A romantic comedy debut from #1 bestelling science fiction romance author Karissa Kinword! There are a few things Coconut Creek has that Pine Ridge does not. Palm trees, sandy beaches, butterfly museums—infuriatingly attractive special forces veterans. When Colorado elementary school teacher Ophelia Brody decides to ditch her divorced family for a Christmas in the sunshine state with her college roommate, she doesn’t expect a mile high meet cute to tailspin the entire trip. Frankie Casado is cocky, he’s presumptuous, he’s shameless—and he’s just the right distraction from her depressing, fruitless dating life back home for a few weeks. It just so happens the retired fighter pilot is in somewhat of a rut of his own, and the circumstances around their coincidental meeting and unavoidable physical attraction are the perfect excuse for a festive fling. The rules are Ophelia teaches him how to date again, and Frankie shows her exactly what she should be demanding behind closed doors. Friends with benefits until the ball drops in the New Year. But a little bit of long-lost Christmas magic just might find a way to stir up more than their complicated pasts.

Fake dating the village grump is not what this grinch had planned… Sasha Since inheriting my grandmother’s Christmas shop in the Cotswolds, I have one honour her legacy and ensure the business survives. There’s just one problem. I hate Christmas. When Sebastian King threatens to tell the whole village, I have no choice but to fake date the annoyingly handsome, grumpy single dad to keep him quiet. In exchange, he’ll help me find my festive spirit as long as I play pretend. The trouble is, I’m not good at pretending… Sebastian Since my rugby career ended, I have one spend quality time with my daughter and make my grandmother happy. If that means helping fulfil her Christmas wish list, so be it. Except, there’s only one wish, and it’s about find a girlfriend for Christmas and finally settle down. Dating every single woman around is not the festive season I had in mind. So, when I discover Sasha Smith’s secret, of course I use it to my advantage. Despite our mutual dislike, a fake relationship with the curvy redhead fixes everything. There’s just one problem. Our first fake kiss felt a bit too real… Mistletoe and Mine is a fake dating, plus-size holiday romance, featuring one hot single dad, spicy scenes, and plenty of cosy, festive feels. Download Sasha and Sebastian's story today!

Layla Reed hates Christmas - the memories, the festivities, the fake holiday cheer. Being back in her hometown of Havenbrook for the first time in years has her on edge. And now she has to see Ben Brooks, her childhood frenemy. She can already guarantee that this Christmas will be no different than the years past. But as the holiday season unfolds, she starts to wonder if there's more to Christmas and to Ben than she ever imagined. Ben remembers Layla just as she was the last time he saw her eleven years ago at their highschool graduation. The years haven't changed her a bit she's still straight to the point, no-nonsense, and hard to impress. But now, when they bicker, he feels a spark. When she says his name, there's a light in her eyes that wasn't there before. The only question is, can Layla and Ben stop arguing long enough to turn their newfound spark into something more?

While I’m not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like “thou shall not covet thy bestie’s hot dad” would be pretty high on that list. Even if my hormone\-ridden peanut brain would love to read into every interaction we’ve ever had, and imagine he’s been pining away for me too, my judgment is clearly not to be trusted here. It’s time to move on. Unfortunately, coveting is a hard condition to kick when you find yourself spending Christmas alone with him at his fancy house. It’s even harder when you throw in the storm of the century, a mountain of snow where the driveway should be, and learning your best friend’s father isn’t quite as disinterested as you thought he was. Now, the one thing I know for sure, is this is a Christmas I’ll never forget.

Going home for the holidays is never easy. But it’s next to impossible when you’ve just been dumped. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, my grad school nemesis, billionaire playboy Macallan Blaze, finds me sulking, trying to figure out a Plan B. Life’s a game to him, so when he offers to stand in as my fake boyfriend, I think he's joking. But he's dead serious. And it’s not like I can afford to turn him down. My tiny hometown only consists of 600 residents, where everyone knows everyone, and gossip spreads faster than wildfire. Of freaking course, everyone falls in love with Mac the minute they meet him, and it’s like he grew up in Rust Canyon. But when he lets the cocky facade slip and shows peeks of the man behind the mask, I start to think that maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge. The scariest part of all is that I might actually like him.

MARGO After an ex\-boyfriend told me I’d never be able to run a half marathon, I did what any logical woman would I set out to prove him wrong. We’re going to pretend like I didn’t collapse at the finish line of the race. It’s a good thing the hot paramedic caught me before I could fall. It’s an even better thing I ran into him at the bar the next night. He might be my ex’s dad and sixteen years older than me, but that won’t stop me from wanting to enjoy some holiday cheer with the man I can’t stop thinking about. FINN I knew who she was when I caught her, but she didn’t know who I was. When her initial shock of my identity wore off, she came home with me. I gave her the best night of her life. It makes sense that I found her again at the finish line of another race, and now I’m determined to keep her around for longer than a night. Forget the age gap. Forget her history with my son. She might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever received, and I’m in no hurry to say goodbye.

Is there anything worse than getting sick on the four\-hour flight home for the holidays? How about the fact that my childhood rival, Jasper Jensen, is there to not only witness it, but to take care of me so he can hang it over my head for all of eternity? Or maybe when an old fling is waiting to pick me up at the airport, hoping to rekindle our past over the holidays, and I’m so desperate to avoid him that I present Jasper as my boyfriend. Jasper agrees to play the part if, in return, I attend his family’s famous Christmas Eve party to keep his meddling family from setting him up. It’s a small price to pay for my holiday peace. But nothing is peaceful about the holidays this year. My sister’s getting married on New Years’ Eve and wedding planning is taking over Christmas. My family has no time for our holiday traditions; we don’t even have a Christmas tree. Until Jasper swoops in. Between helping me decorate for Christmas, taking me to look at light displays, and wrapping presents for underprivileged kids, Jasper shows me a side of him I’ve never known. I’ve vowed to keep the hostility between us—my heart is safer that way—but that might be one tradition that I can’t hold onto this Christmas.

A standalone holiday rom com featuring Natalie from the Wrong Player Series! Official blurb to come... Natalie has spent the last two years of college building a life that doesn’t include Easton Maddox—the boy she loved, the boy she left, and now, the movie star the whole world is obsessed with. She’s perfectly content, thank you very much, and has zero interest in revisiting the past. But when her sister’s Christmas wedding throws them together as maid of honor and best man, avoiding him becomes impossible. Easton has spent the last two years thinking about Natalie—about the way she left, about every what-if, and, most importantly, about how to win her back. Now with a wedding that forces them into stolen dances, too-close-for-comfort moments, and a well-placed sprig of mistletoe practically demanding a do-over, he finally has his chance. Because when it comes to first loves and second chances, the most magical time of the year might just be the perfect time to rewrite the ending.

Elizabeth My brother was getting married. At Christmas no less. The holiday I hated the most. Let me list all the reasons why this will be the worst season yet: One would be my luggage not arriving. Two would be being told I had to find somewhere else to sleep since my room was occupied by family members. Oh, and now I am forced to stay with my brother's best friend. The man who broke my heart seven years ago. Nate My best friend was getting married. I was happy for him. Until I had to offer his sister my spare bedroom. It'd be fine, two weeks and she'd be out of my hair. But the thing with Elizabeth was that she pushed every single button I have. She gets under my skin in the best ways. All we have to do is survive the wedding and the holiday. Then she'll be gone yet again. Unless maybe, just maybe, my wish of having her comes true.

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely comes a standalone holiday romance set in Evergreen Falls and filled with all the spice, passion, humor, and holiday spirit her readers have come to love and expect from her.

Everyone says wear the hat, ride the cowboy, but no one ever says anything about divorcing him. When I return to my favorite little cabin in Silverwood, Montana, for Christmas, I refuse to let anything ruin my five days of solitude or my plan to get my life back on track. What I didn’t plan for was finding myself shacked up and snowed in with a grumpy cowboy. But that’s exactly what happens when I run into my ex-husband, Hank Blue. I’ve been dead set on forgetting the man whose heart I broke three years ago. Being stuck together means we’re forced to face the past and what tore our marriage apart in the first place. Even worse, I’m forced to remember everything about the man I loved. That rugged, handsome cowboy with a heart of gold. Those sweet kisses under the mistletoe. The yearning look in his sapphire eyes every time we touch. Soon, the only thing hotter than the fire in the hearth of our old cabin is the heat between us. I’m falling for my ex-husband. Again. And as Christmas approaches and my time in Silverwood ends, it’s clear that Hank still wants forever. But I’m not sure if all the old feelings we stirred up can make up for the heartbreak of our past. Is he just a cowboy I used to know? Or is this a second chance wrapped up in a shiny red bow?

A runaway bride. A grumpy bookseller with a heart of gold. A friends-with-benefits deal doomed from the start. Hideaway Harbor was supposed to be a quick detour—one cozy Christmas job, then I’d be back on the cruise ship, far from my powerful ex and the mess I left behind. But thanks to a tiny mix-up, my “accommodation” is a storage room with a creaky daybed and no plumbing. Enter my neighbor a broody bookstore owner with a decent bathroom and the social skills of a cactus. He’s everything I shouldn’t want—grumpy, reclusive, and allergic to holiday cheer. Yet he keeps showing up for me. Saving me. Heating up the sauna... And suddenly, we’re tangled in something neither of us is ready for. We’re just friends. With excellent benefits. Until the lines blur. I should keep running, but this small town is starting to feel like home. And Fredrik... he might be the reason I finally stay. — \—- The Holiday Grump is part of the Christmas at Hideaway Harbor series of six spicy romantic comedies. The books are interconnected standalones and can be read in any order.

From #1 Amazon and USA Today Bestselling Author Bella Matthews comes a single dad/nanny, grumpy grinch/sunshine, holiday romance. Falling for my brother’s teammate wasn’t on my Christmas list. Neither was working for him, but here I am—nannying for Camden Monroe, Philly’s star quarterback, single dad, and the grumpiest grinch to ever fill out a pair of gray sweats. He should be the last man I want under my mistletoe. He’s too old. Too cocky. And too damn tempting. But one snowy night, one reckless touch, and one unforgettable kiss have me rethinking everything I thought I wanted. Suddenly, the holidays aren’t about twinkle lights and tinsel. They’re about stolen moments, secret touches, and the kind of Christmas chaos that feels way too good to resist. Maybe the best gifts don’t come wrapped in pretty bows… Maybe they come with dirty grins, filthy mouths, and the power to make me forget every single reason why Camden doesn’t belong at the top of my wish list. . . ‘Tis the season.

A sugar-filled, fake holi-dating, small town romance filled with heat, heart, a couple of temperamental weenie dogs, and heaps of holiday cheer from USA Today Bestselling Author Maren Moore. A lost letter to Santa gone terribly wrong…or perfectly right? As the owner of my family’s vintage candy shop, there are two things I’m great at: Sweet treats and Christmas. Love on the other hand? Not so much. So when my best friend insists we write letters to Santa asking for our dream men for Christmas, I figure it’s just a bit of holiday fun…until my letter mysteriously disappears. And then Wells McCoy moves in next door. Retired hockey player. New bar owner. Ridiculously handsome. Infuriatingly expert at pushing all of my buttons. And somehow, he checks off nearly every box from my dream man wish list. When Wells unexpectedly steps in to help me save face in front of my ex, we strike a deal: A little fake holi-dating to get us both through the season. No feelings and no strings. But between confusing mistletoe kisses, cozy nights with his family, and chemistry that feels anything but fake, lines start to blur. Suddenly, fake feels a lot like falling. And with the clock ticking down to Christmas, I can’t help but wonder: was it all just a sweet coincidence… or is this Christmas magic after all? Read this if you love: Holiday romance Small town Fake HOLI-dating Forced proximity Dislike to... banging Hallmark AFTER DARK 🌶️