Blame It On The Mistletoe

Being a single mom was hard, but celebrating our first Christmas without my girl's father, in the Christmas-obsessed town of Sugarplum Falls, was even harder. I knew they needed me to be there with them, but I was sinking quickly, barely keeping my head above water.

That was until a handsome man came into the salon I worked at, needing my help.

Jackson Mason was as handsome as he was charming, and his five-year-old niece was just as adorable. She melted my heart instantly, and soon, I looked forward to our nightly hair appointments as I taught him how to care for her hair. Losing her mother a few weeks ago was hard, but her uncle seemed to have everything handled.

That was until he came in one night, extremely grumpy and in need of help again. But this time, it wasn't her hair that he needed assistance with. When he offered me a job as his new administrative assistant, I couldn't believe it.

But being in such close proximity to him on a daily basis proved challenging. Neither of us was in a position to act on the chemistry that flowed so easily between us, but our bodies didn't seem to get that message.

With three little girls looking to us to make this Christmas merry and bright, we couldn't afford to let our feelings get in the way. Even if we got caught under the mistletoe and everyone encouraged us to kiss.

There was too much on the line, and one little mistake could easily ruin everything.

Dettagli