The most miserable time of the year.
Elizabeth hated it. She had too much work to do to stop and hang lights or wrap presents or waste time beneath the mistletoe.
Or maybe she hated it—and especially the mistletoe—because she didn’t have anyone to kiss.
Yeah, maybe that, too.
Either way, she didn’t have the time or energy to dawdle at a Christmas party at Roosevelt Ranch. Unfortunately, the business demanded it, and because her life was the business, she’d gone in with the intention to get in, get out, and get back to work.
Except that plan was derailed by a flat tire, a broken doorknob, and . . . an extremely handsome mechanic.
But perhaps the best laid plans were made to be broken, especially when this Christmas might prove to warm even her Scroogey heart.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys.
She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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