Love makes its own rules. When his cozy cabin rental is usurped by a modern-day Viking, he has no choice but to accept the suggestion he stay the night, they'll figure the mess out in the morning. He’s not a complete jerk. He would never force the stranger back out into blizzard conditions; it's obvious the man wouldn't survive five minutes. There must be some sort of left-over holiday magic in the air because as uptight as he is…he finds himself warming up to Viking dude and the feelings seem mutual. Neither plans on falling in love, but their hearts have other ideas. Are a blizzard, a cozy cabin, and a flickering fire a recipe for love?