All I want for the holidays is the willpower to resist my brother’s sexy, charming, easy-on-the-eyes new business partner.
Instead, I’m stuck planning all the holiday parties with the one guy who makes me want to break my dating diet.
Who thought that was a good idea?
Oh, me. Yep, brilliant, strategic me who raised her hand and said yes I’d love to hang mistletoe with that hot former sports star. (Note to self: Mistletoe leads to toe-curling, knee-weakening kisses.)
And I’d love to get snowed in with the one guy I shouldn’t fall for. (Addendum to the note to self: You know exactly where eight inches of snow leads to. Ahem, eight inches.)
As long as I can make it through the holidays I’ll be on my merry way, fa la la la la. But the holidays have a surprise for me.