She calls me traditional like it’s an insult.
But I’ve watched her lick frosting off her fingers like it’s an invitation.
Miranda Bennett is chaos in an apron — loud, stubborn, always two seconds from throwing cinnamon at my head.
We’ve hated each other since middle school.
Now we’re co-chairing Sugar Grove’s Christmas cookie contest.
And stuck together in a snowstorm.
Alone. In one kitchen. With one oven.
She bakes like it’s art. I bake to win.
And the second she mutters, ‘Kiss me on Christmas, you coward…’
I forget the contest.
Forget the town.
Forget every reason I swore I’d never touch her again.
Because I don’t want her cookies.
I want her screaming my name while snow hits the window.
And if I have to ruin her to get there?
I’ll still come out first place.
Read on for flour fights, snowstorm proximity, enemies-to-lovers heat, and a possessive grump who turns the up the heat in the kitchen. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
But I’ve watched her lick frosting off her fingers like it’s an invitation.
Miranda Bennett is chaos in an apron — loud, stubborn, always two seconds from throwing cinnamon at my head.
We’ve hated each other since middle school.
Now we’re co-chairing Sugar Grove’s Christmas cookie contest.
And stuck together in a snowstorm.
Alone. In one kitchen. With one oven.
She bakes like it’s art. I bake to win.
And the second she mutters, ‘Kiss me on Christmas, you coward…’
I forget the contest.
Forget the town.
Forget every reason I swore I’d never touch her again.
Because I don’t want her cookies.
I want her screaming my name while snow hits the window.
And if I have to ruin her to get there?
I’ll still come out first place.
Read on for flour fights, snowstorm proximity, enemies-to-lovers heat, and a possessive grump who turns the up the heat in the kitchen. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
Used availability for Tyla Walker's Kiss Me on Christmas, You Coward