Winter Vibes
Mistletoe Montana Book 2
I’m a Christmas cliche if there ever was one.
Hopelessly in love with Cole, my brother’s best friend, dreaming of kisses (etc.) under the mistletoe.
But since I can’t have what I want, I’ll have to let those dreams play out in my head.
Or, rather, in my bed.
Because
this holiday I’m at a ski chalet with my family and Cole, and it’s
torture. How can I focus on shredding the powder when this hottie is so
dang close?!
Instead of hitting the slopes, I’m hitting the hay.
So I say.
Really I’m just busting out my battery-operated boy-toys and enjoying what I call “Christmas Miracles” alone in bed.
Until Cole knocks on my door.
Oh gosh, this might get awkward…
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