Damian & Maddie

Definitely NOT Lovers (prequel novel to # Dear Santa, With Love): Sometimes, the only thing steamier than the town's crab feast is the couple arguing at table five...Exclusive: Maddie Smith-nickname: Ice Princess-Melts for Grumpy Hero. Sources Say She's in Denial.Swans Cove: the small-town where I'm rebuilding my award-winning career, not falling for the tall, tattooed, grumpy ex-bodyguard next door. Damian Mack doesn't trust me, I don't like him, and he's definitely not infuriatingly hot. (Okay, maybe a little.)My rom-com life took a horror movie turn when my "perfect" proposal went viral-for all the wrong reasons. And here I am: writing feel-good stories, "trying" to charm the locals (well, some of them), and feeling like I'm stuck in pit lane while everyone else is racing by.But between nosy neighbors and an unwanted attraction that's throwing off my game, my foolproof plan is getting more complicated by the minute."Definitely Not Lovers" is my story-a rollercoaster of humor, heart, and heat that I never saw coming. Will I stick to my plan and prove everyone wrong, or will Swans Cove-and Damian-make me reconsider everything?One thing's for sure, this wasn't part of the plan. Now, what would a winner do?This is a prequel novel that ends on a cliffhanger... maybe like me, you'll just keep wanting more.

Stuck with Mr. Ex-Bodyguard on Christmas Eve? That wasn't on my wish list, Santa. But then again, neither was falling in love.Please tell me this is just a remake of Nightmare on Elm Street-the Christmas version. I'd sooner face Freddy Krueger with a Santa hat than deal with this. My phone is blowing up. I'm surely going to get fired. I might as well crawl under a Christmas tree and never come out. Maybe I should travel to the North Pole and ask Santa for help.I pull my oversized scarf tighter around my neck, eyeing the treacherous sidewalk beneath me. If I fall flat on my ass now, that would be the perfect cherry on top of... oh, crap. Three more messages. I must not think about the fact that the entire town must have read that letter... oh, and let's not forget my mother. Or Damian. No, no, no. Dear Santa,They say "fake it till you make it," but I'm running out of filter options for my "living my best life" selfies. Can you gift wrap some actual success this year? My five-year plan didn't include "hide in small town" or "lust after the Grinch's hotter, grumpier cousin."My vibrator (Vampire 2.0) doesn't compare and is filing a complaint for neglect.All I want for Christmas is… well, not him. Definitely not him. Maybe one more round. For closure..With Love,Your Confused Columnist