Can this older mountain man resist holiday cheer… or will he claim the curvy girl who’s determined to melt his icy heart?
Holly At 24, I believe in three things: Holiday magic, happily-ever-after’s, and the healing power of smutty paperbacks.
But when a big, grumpy mountain man stomps through my door, I forget how to breathe. Grayson Frost is forty-three, all flannel and frowns. He doesn’t want company, And he definitely doesn’t want me.
Or does he…? Grayson I came down the mountain to tie up loose ends, Not to get tangled in curves, chaos, and candy cane lip gloss. Holly is all of that.
She’s also too young for me, But temptation is hard to outrun. I don’t do relationships, And I’m still mourning the loss of my uncle, But want her.
Under me, moaning my name, and wearing nothing but tinsel.
