I love Christmas. Like, borderline-obsession love.
So when my now-ex boyfriend responds to my Mrs. Claus corset with all the warmth of Jack Frost, I do what any reasonable woman would.
I dump him, grab my suitcase, and flee New York.
Unfortunately, I don’t plan my wardrobe for a Caribbean island when I walk out of our apartment.
Which is how I end up sweating through my Mrs. Claus corset and a winter coat, wondering where in the snowflakes my Christmas magic went.
Then the sexy van driver gives me the literal shirt off his back.
Nico has an adorable smile, an adventurous streak, and a habit of making me forget I’m nursing a broken heart.
Then I find out he owns the hotel I’m staying in.
Then I find out he’s wildly private about who he is and doesn’t want anyone knowing he’s the owner—or much about his sordid past.
And after that, I find out he’s more fun than a sackful of presents.
The best part?
He seems to like me exactly as I am.
No pretending. No expectations. No trying to make me into someone I’m not.
It’s the best gift I could ask for, and also the worst.
Because what happens when you meet your Mr. Claus, and he has no idea you already know he’s Santa?
This steamy contemporary romcom is now expanded with an additional chapter and a bonus epilogue.
Previously published as Holiday Hotel by Poppy Minnix and City Owl Press.
