Cole is utterly annoyed by his neighbor Josie’s obnoxious Christmas display. When she blows out power on the street, he marches over and lets her know what he thinks of the mess she’s made. But when the only generator in town brings the two nemeses together…the Christmas display isn’t the only thing burning bright.
The Forbidden Christmas Gift by Samantha Young
It’s Christmas at Shaw’s Department store in Edinburgh! Reid Shaw should feel nothing but gratified by his success. But he’s not satisfied because the sexy Scot wants forbidden fruit for Christmas: Evan Munro. Reid’s Evan’s boss. He’s thirteen years older than her.
Oh … and she’s his best friend’s little sister.
Christmas Magic by Aurora Rose Reynolds
A broken down truck, twelve Christmas trees, and a little holiday magic help, Milly Hendricks and Tyler Speeds find their happily ever after.
Ho Ho Holy Hotness by Lani Lynn Vale
Ho ho holy hotness—those were the first words out of Nola’s mouth the first time she saw Soren walk up the length of her driveway. Soren the delivery guy who also happened to be an emergency room doctor, have abs of steel, and delivered a mean package. She knew he was the one from the moment that he gave her his candy cane.
Alaskan Jack by TL Swan
Holly’s, having a bad day. A missed plane, an unexpected road trip and the storm of all storms. When a mountain man comes to her rescue, taking refuge in his cabin is her only choice. Into the wild just took on a whole new meaning.
Christmas Letter by Natasha Madison
Writing my boss a Christmas letter declaring my love for him was not my finest moment.
Neither was accidentally mixing it with his files before handing it to him.
Now I have to sneak back into his office at night to get it back.
What can go wrong?
Josie
“What in the hell are you doing?”
I was bent over, wrapping lights around the base of my mailbox, and the bark of a man’s voice behind me made me jump. When I stood up, my head whacked against the mailbox above me.
“Owww.” I rubbed the top of my head and squinted at the man whose voice had startled me. My neighbor was parked in front of my house, sitting in his ridiculously large truck. “Jesus—don’t sneak up on people like that. What the hell does it look like I’m doing?”
He glanced around my lawn. “It looks like someone vomited Christmas all over the place.”
I scowled. God, this new neighbor was always so grumpy. It was too bad, because he was also pretty damn hot. He reminded me of that British actor from the Divergent movies…Theo something or other. But just because he had full lips, a chiseled jawline, and eyes the color of molten chocolate, didn’t mean I’d put up with his insulting my pride-and-joy Christmas display.
My hands settled on my hips. “I’m just getting started. It takes me a full two weeks to get everything set up.”
“You mean there’s more than all this?”
“Of course there is.”
He shook his head. “Those lights on your roof are already going to be shining in my window at night.”
I almost laughed. He was worried about the two measly strings I’d put up this afternoon? This was nothing compared to what it would look like by December 1. I was pretty sure astronauts in space enjoyed the glow of my house during the holidays.
I shrugged. “Perhaps you should get those black-out shades people who work nights and sleep days use.”
Mr. Grumpy frowned. Without a word, he nailed the gas and pulled into the driveway across from mine. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but after he got out of the car, he ambled back across the street.
“Please don’t tell me all of this attracts attention and people come by at all hours of the night to see a bunch of lights and silly figurines moving on your lawn.”
I pursed my lips. “Okay. I won’t.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t what?”
“I won’t tell you that people come from all over to see my display, even though it’s the truth.”
Mr. Grumpy dragged a hand through his hair. “I bought this house because the neighborhood is quiet. Most of the homes around here are only used seasonally, and I travel most of the summer when it gets busy. I figured it would be empty in the winter.”
He wasn’t wrong. This area of the Hamptons was mostly second homes. The population in the summer grew to