When I get snowed in with a voluptuous temptress knocking on my door like a Christmas miracle, I don't expect to fall for her instantly. We have one bed, a suitcase full of lingerie, and twenty-four hours to make her mine. Monroe Fa. La. La. I'm anti-Christmas. There, I said it. But I have good reason, and if I disappear for the holidays to my favorite little rental cabin in the woods and don't come out until after the mistletoe has withered away, then no harm, no foul. Except this year, instead of coal, Santa brought me a grumpy mountain man recluse who refuses to leave my cabin. Turns out my safe haven is double-booked this holiday season, and the incoming snowstorm forces Drake and I together—whether we want it or not. I'm firmly in camp not, until his sweet side starts to show, and then all I can think about is his big, strong arms, and what he might be packing in that, uh, stocking of his. Drake I've lived alone up the mountain for the better part of a year. Away from the hustle and bustle of my former life in the city. In one split-second my peaceful, reclusive solitude is blown to high hell when a curvy bombshell pulls up in a hunk of junk minivan and tells me I'm in her cabin. She's spitfire and sass wrapped in a voluptuous package, and even my grinchy heart is a goner. When we have to ride out the snowstorm together, I tell myself I can get through twenty-four hours, but I'm not even sure I can last two minutes before I make her mine. Tropes: snowed in, grumpy mountain man, holiday/Christmas, instalove, one bed/close proximity *** What to expect from a Lara London romance: Steamy, short, insta-love romances with quirky heroines, obsessive heroes who fall hard, no cheating, and guaranteed HEA—delivered with heat, heart, and humor.