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Jamie Dunne is grumpy. Unreasonably hot. We had a glorious one-night stand. Then I walked away. Because I am not looking for commitment. But he ruined everything when he walked into my studio for a repeat. So, what am I supposed to do with this man who wants to be part of my happily ever after? I might have to get back to you on that one....

I hate Christmas. I don’t know who thought every female must love shopping, wrapping, baking, and hosting, but I’m missing the memo. On top of that, I manage a top-end department store. Sprinkle in the fact I’ll be turning 40 during this holiday season, and my life is a Christmas cookie recipe gone wrong. And every year I become a little more Scrooge-ish. But the spirit of the most wonderful time of the year (insert sarcasm) seems to have a plan for me and my midlife-crisis attitude.

Have you ever brought your ex-husband home and pretended to still be married? Yeah, me either. When my local hospital calls to say “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your husband has been in an accident” I try to explain the basics to them. Except Archie is back, and he's been in an accident. One that has left him with amnesia. Yup. He believes we’re still happily married. Oh joy.

With the name Holliday, you’d think I’d be all about the Christmas season. Most years, I am, but this one not so much. Between my ex being a real Scrooge-in-the-backside, re-entering the workforce, wrangling my two children, and evading my eight-year-old’s questions about Santa’s existence, I’m struggling to believe in the magic myself.

You've probably heard of me. Reclusive fantasy author turned famous when his series got developed into a mega TV hit. Except now I'm way behind deadline, and the whole world is waiting to see what I'll write next. The pressure is getting to me, and I. Can't. Write.

I didn’t mean to kidnap the groom. It was an accident. Mostly.... At least I didn't take much time to plan it. It was more of a spur of the moment kidnapping. Does that count? One minute, the town’s bad boy is standing at the altar about to marry the world’s most evil kindergarten teacher. The next, he’s passed out in my Vespa sidecar with his bride hot on our tail. But I couldn't stand by and watch Jace O’Dell be blackmailed into a loveless marriage. And besides, what’s a little kidnapping between friends? Okay, so maybe we’re not just friends....

She disappeared from our lives without a word. I never expected to run into her at a Quik Mart in between jobs. What’s a guy to do when he finds his first crush? Follow her home, of course, and remind her of all the things she’s missing. I didn’t know that holding onto Riley would involve living in a trailer park. Or keeping it a secret from my sister—her best friend. Riley is completely at home with lawn-mower racing, beer-guzzling exhibitionists. She doesn’t think I can handle it. Well, I’m going to show Miss Trailerhood that I’m here to stay.

Kingston Palmer is public enemy number one. Pain in the—*ahem. You see, I used to like Kingston. He even asked me out…and then crushed my feelings. To Kingston, I'm nothing more than a game. One that he's sure he can win. Don't worry; he underestimates my own dedication to winning. Unfortunately for me, I accidentally signed on to work at his company (yes, yes, it's a loooong story). Kingston is my new boss. But I'm nothing if not efficient. I'll be an expert at my job all while dutifully ignoring my boss and his ability to lean on door frames.

Fletcher is the “World’s Worst Boyfriend” and I have the trophy to prove it—along with the consolation gift card I’ve already spent. Entering him into the anonymous contest was cathartic and eye opening. It’s obvious I need to end this farce of a relationship… so, I do. Too bad I’m still comparing every man I meet to Fletcher. Too bad I can’t get him out of my mind—or my house, for that matter, with the way he’s always stopping by to ‘fix’ something. And it’s especially too bad that I’m learning not everything is as it seems.

Once upon a time, there lived a best-selling author who wrote about the miracle of true love and finding your forever soul mate. And that was thanks to Elizabeth, his muse...his one and only...his soon to be ex-wife. It’s been six months since the love of his life tore out his heart and set it on fire, and because of this, the “author” hasn’t written a single word - his mind is drier than the Sahara Desert. That unfortunate fool? That’s me. My name is Jayden Evans or, as my readers know me, J.E. Sparrow.