He’s big and grumpy. A dirty-talking Santa with muscles galore.

And now I’m snowed in with him for Christmas.

I love Christmas, but after my sister stole my dream winter wedding and my ex, it’s proving difficult to be festive this year.

I’m swallowing my pride, along with copious amounts of ‘nog and toddies, playing the part of a good little elf to make sure she gets the wedding of her (my?) dreams.

But there’s only so much faux cheer a girl can muster. And the holly berry on top of it all is the surprise plus-one my family throws at me. Good grief. I love Christmas, but this man loves Christmas.

After he becomes violently ill from his homemade eggnog during our “romantic” one-horse open sleigh ride, Rudolph the geriatric Clydesdale spooks, galloping into the forest with me in tow.

Just when I think it can’t get any worse, it does.

The sled collides with a log, sending me airborne. Rudolph abandons me. And the skies unleash a white Christmas not even Bing Crosby could dream of.

It will be a Christmas miracle if I make it out alive.

Fortunately, I find a cabin before frostbite sets in. But it comes with one big, grumpy, tattooed problem: A mountain man dressed like Saint Nick. And he’s looking at me like he’s picked a spot on the naughty list just for me.

I like it more than I should. I like him more than I should. I never thought I’d say this…

But I want Cole for Christmas.

Spend the weekend at a haunted cabin? Easy.

…Until Sasquatch shows up.

As a paranormal podcaster, I’m no stranger to the strange and peculiar. But I have a secret: I don’t believe in ghosts.

My co-host is the true believer. Ghosts, demons, and curses are her jam. Mothman, Bigfoot, and every cryptid big and small are mine.

So for our Halloween special, we’re doing a little switcharoo. She’s on a mission to find Bigfoot, while I spend a few nights ghost hunting in a haunted cabin in the woods.

But it’s a bust. Go figure. I’m all alone in the heart of Bigfoot territory. I mean, he’s basically knocking on my door and—gulp. He is knocking on my door.

Scratch that. He’s knocking it down!

I chuck my Ouija board at the beast and hightail it out of there before he makes me his next meal. But when he catches up to me and I take a good, hard look at him, all I can think is: Would it be so bad?

Sasquatch has nothing on this man.

Hes ruggedly handsome. Built like a mountain. And the way he’s looking at me makes me think I might experience a few things that go bump in the night after all…