You ever wonder what it’s like to be wooed by a Cowboy Casanova? No, well know this, he’s like a drug, when he embeds himself into your system, you can’t live without him. My Cowboy Casanova’s name is Deacon Hiram Fairhope. He’s been called Fairhope’s bad boy, the reckless playboy, a manwhore, a slut, a liar and womanizer. None of those titles mean a damn thing to me because one, He gets things done and two, the only title that matters, or rather did matter was being my best friend. I don’t want that anymore. I’ve broken Deacon’s heart one too many times but I plan on mending it and taking care of it for the rest of my life. I’ve come up with an elaborate scheme, pretend that I’m engaged and have him as my man of honour. What Deacon doesn’t know is that I'm planning our wedding. I'm going to marry Deacon Fairhope if it’s the last thing I do. He better be ready for me… This Christmas, he’s going to be my very own Mr. Mistletoe.