My neighbor hates shirts.
I hate Christmas.
Naturally, we end up in a holiday bet involving twelve dates, twelve hideous sweaters, and enough sexual tension to fry the string lights.
He’s a brooding woodworker with muscles that belong in a fireman calendar.
I’m a romance cover artist who weaponized glitter and passive aggression.
It was supposed to be a joke.
Now I’ve got feelings.
Gross.
Even worse? I may have accidentally turned him into a viral thirst trap without his consent.
Whoops.
Now he's mad.
I’m panicking.
And somehow, we’re still making out under mistletoe while his dog judges me.
If I can survive this sweater-fueled emotional meltdown without crying on a wreath or proposing in front of his workbench, I’ll call it a win.
Spoiler: I definitely do both.
Read on for enemies to lovers, ugly sweater warfare, festive thirst traps, and one classically handsome grump who makes flannel illegal. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
I hate Christmas.
Naturally, we end up in a holiday bet involving twelve dates, twelve hideous sweaters, and enough sexual tension to fry the string lights.
He’s a brooding woodworker with muscles that belong in a fireman calendar.
I’m a romance cover artist who weaponized glitter and passive aggression.
It was supposed to be a joke.
Now I’ve got feelings.
Gross.
Even worse? I may have accidentally turned him into a viral thirst trap without his consent.
Whoops.
Now he's mad.
I’m panicking.
And somehow, we’re still making out under mistletoe while his dog judges me.
If I can survive this sweater-fueled emotional meltdown without crying on a wreath or proposing in front of his workbench, I’ll call it a win.
Spoiler: I definitely do both.
Read on for enemies to lovers, ugly sweater warfare, festive thirst traps, and one classically handsome grump who makes flannel illegal. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
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