Winter Wanderlust

When I recruit my Christmas-loving roommate for a holiday charity fundraiser, I don't expect a kiss under the mistletoe to unravel everything. We have three days to rack up as many points as possible and Brin is the perfect person to do this with-she exudes enthusiasm and energy, especially when it comes to the holidays. I would know-we share a room in an apartment in New York City. It's close quarters. Too close, judging by how often I catch myself thinking about her. Things I try not to think about, because Brin is also too kind, too small-town sweet for someone like me. My job as the personal assistant to one of the wealthiest trust fund socialites in Manhattan is to be his fixer-when he needs someone to be an asshole, I'm the one he calls. And I'm good at my job, because that's what I've done all my life, pushing away everyone I loved. As we race around the city ice-skating, eating sufganiyot, honoring the winter solstice, and yes, kissing under the mistletoe, I discover Brin has some secrets of her own, and I may be just the type of man she needs. Chock-full of holiday cheer and pining, these best friends and roommates will realize that they compliment each other everywhere that matters. Cuddle up for a cozy and hot winter wonderland!

The snowstorm of the century is approaching, and my only hope of getting home for Christmas is my grumpy, rich, and definitely off limits client. A closed airport, fifty miles of Swiss countryside, and the threat of record-breaking wind and snow stand between me and flying back to my family in New York. The family that labels my job as a personal stylist as "frivolous" and "shallow." My client, Peter, is working just as hard as I am to get me on that plane. It seems he really doesn't want me crashing his family's Chanukah based on the tension in the air and the grunts he aims my way. Grunts I should not find sexy. But we may not have a choice. And when his family opens their warm, cozy home to me, I may realize that, beneath his frost, Peter makes me melt.