The geek, the cowboy, and a not-so-grumpy holiday…

Moody

Living in Christmas Town doesn’t make me a fan of the holidays. Quite the opposite. In fact, eleven months of the year, I’m perfectly happy running my bookstore in peace and quiet. Of course, that changes in December when it’s mistletoe madness and mayhem. Ugh.

But this year, there’s a new cowboy in town and it’s not as easy to grumble about…anything. I admit, Hudson is handsome and hunky, but everyone knows I’m not myself till January, so he’ll have to buzz off and charm someone else.

Bah humbug.

Hudson

Moving to California wasn’t in my plans. I could use the change of scenery, though, and Oak Ridge Ranch is a good investment. That’s not a sneaky way of saying I’m hiding from my past—no siree. I’m following a new path to a new town, that’s all.

And so far, so good. Except…my attraction to the nerdy bookstore owner is throwing me off my game.

Look, I’m not interested in anything other than a casual hookup. But Moody is a mystery, and I want to know more about the adorable geek with a sunny disposition who turns into a holiday grump every year.

For some reason, he feels like home away from home. December may be the last month of the year, but something tells me this is our beginning.

The fabulous stylist, the absentminded professor, and a Parisian adventure…

Winnie

Someone once said, when life gets you down and you’re feeling blue, brush yourself off and go to Paris!

Okay, maybe that was me.

Hey, I don’t regret taking an oddball assignment to assist a British professor abroad. I could use a break from my life as an aspiring hair and style guru in LA. The only worrisome snag is that the professor is determined to do everything on his own.

Not acceptable. I’m here to help the impossibly smart geek with mismatched socks who just happens to be my best friend’s boss.

No, I don’t know nothing about history, but I’m nothing if not resourceful. What could go wrong?

Alistair

I’ve been called an absent-minded professor more than once. I don’t mind at all. My work is important and living on a diet of biscuits and tea while delving into ancient civilizations doesn’t seem so terrible. But Paris calls. And somehow, I have a new temporary assistant.

Winnie is a technicolor, whirlwind American with a wicked laugh and the subtlety of a steamroller. He’s brash and ridiculous and…funny, warm, lovely, and—

Oh no. This can’t be happening. I swore I’d never fall for anyone again.

Winnie can take Paris, but he can’t take my heart.

Or can he?

The hunky dad, the hockey coach, and a new start…

Bryson

Elmwood isn't good for my love life. Hey, I'm a positive person and I have nothing but wonderful things to say about small-town living, but I haven't had a date in years. That's fine—my son is and always has been my number one focus.

Except now he's grown and gone. And it's lonely.

Okay, yes, the new hockey coach is hot and single, but he's off-limits. Smitty's trouble with a capital T, and his baggage might outweigh mine. Besides, we said nothing would happen after “that” night. It was a one-time, never to be repeated deal.

At least…that's what I thought.

Smitty

Am I sad about retiring from pro hockey? Honestly, no. I can't remember the last time I wasn't in pain. I need a rest and I could use a distraction from unwelcome memories at home. Stat.

So…Elmwood.

Look, we all know I won't last a whole season of coaching high school kids, but stepping in till they find a better candidate is a good temporary plan. And Bryson's here.

There's something about the hot dad with the sunny smile and bad dad jokes that makes me feel alive again. I'm not in the market for forever—been there, done that. Look, I've taken risks for my sport, but I'm not giving my heart away again. I know thin ice when I see it.

Or do I?

The rookie superstar, the desperate cowboy, and a naughty proposition…

Denny

The press calls me this year's hot shot, the rookie who scores at will and conjures plays out of thin air. Truth is…I'm a PR nightmare. Seriously. Ask my agent.

My anxiety is off the charts. I can't talk to the media without breaking into a cold sweat, but once I get through the season, I can regroup at home. Life is simpler in Vermont.

Well, not anymore. There's a new cowboy in town. Literally, a cowboy. At least, Hank looks like one—he owns a horse, wears a hat, and did I mention he's hot?

And get this…he has a proposition for me.

Hank

Proposition is a strong word. I prefer to call this a mutually beneficial arrangement. See, I could use Denny's help with a family business venture, and though I was planning to offer cash, the jock has a sexier idea.

Not gonna lie, I'm interested.

This could be a fun distraction while I'm stuck in Elmwood. Nice enough place, however, the locals are wary of an outsider taking over the neighboring mill. Long story short…they don't trust me. But they love their hometown hockey hero.

I get it.

I've never met anyone like Denny—skittish in street clothes and a feral beast with cunning instincts on the ice. He's fascinating, sexy, smart, and—

Whoa! I'm not falling for the hotshot rookie. No way, no how, no chance…

Too late.