My Wicked Winter War

They've hated each other for seven years. Now they're working together to sabotage the same Christmas party.

Wyatt Jones has been counting down to the moment when his perfectly calibrated plans to ruin his boss’ holiday party will bring the slimy fraudster down for good. There's just one problem: CJ Parrish has the exact same idea. And he hates CJ Parrish.

Like “hope her pockets get caught on every doorknob she passes” loathes her.

CJ spent the past seven years climbing out of the wreckage her former mentor left in his wake, and her revenge is plotted down to the minute. She’s not about to let some arrogant man — especially not this arrogant man — mess it up with his half-baked schemes.

Because CJ despises Wyatt Jones in a deep, visceral, “may his chargers only work at a certain angle for the rest of his life” kind of way.

When Wyatt and CJ’s revenge plots collide the night of the party, the two sworn enemies are forced to put their mutual hate-fest on hold to take down the only person on earth they hate more than each other.

But working together means constant communication, wardrobe changes in uncomfortably close quarters, and the dangerous realization that all this rage might be masking something that's been there since the night they first met.

Something that feels a lot like need.

My Wicked Winter War is spicy enemies-to-lovers Christmas rom-com packed with hissed insults, angry kissing, Rumple Minze cocktails, and two people about to discover that the line between hate and desire is thinner than the ice they’re skating on.