Broken-Hearted Girl’s Guide to Birthday Wishes: If the wishing well sends you a six-foot-tall miracle, don’t be surprised when all you want for the holidays is his “stocking stuffer.” I am officially in a funk.
I’m almost thirty, newly single, and my carefully constructed life plan has completely gone off the rails. My only birthday wish? Just a little clarity. Instead, I get Brock.
He’s a gorgeous, loaded, grey-eyed stranger who seems to have been placed in my path for the sole purpose of tempting me like a slice of pumpkin pie.
And in a town as small as Holiday Grove, he’s absolutely everywhere. One minute we’re sharing pastries, the next he’s saving me from my obnoxious ex!
I know I should keep my distance. I have a life to figure out, and a devastatingly charming newcomer is a distraction.
But with every pie-eating contest and carnival ride, his pursuit makes me forget why I was so determined to stay away.
I’m trying to protect my heart, but I have a sinking feeling that losing to Brock might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me this season.
