If Snowflakes Were Forever

Jillian Sinclair has somehow misplaced her Christmas glee, and she's determined to track it down. Her brilliant solution is to run away to a windswept beach cottage with a box of ornaments and a pile of big questions.

Should she quit her soul-sucking job selling cars and finally become a travel writer?

Should she eat all the cookies the first night at the cottage?

Should she sleep with the gorgeous guy next door?

The problem is the gorgeous guy next door happens to be Patrick Evans. Yes, that Patrick Evans. Famous author. Chronic deadline dodger. He's at the beach for solitude, yet he keeps drifting over to her place like he's forgotten the definition of solitude. He insists he needs to finish his book. She might believe him if he didn't look at her like she's the plot twist he's been waiting for.

They agreed this would be a brief holiday fling. She'll pack up her ornaments and chase adventure. He'll remain in his big, lonely house and whip his manuscript into shape. That is the reasonable, responsible plan.

Too bad her heart has no interest in being reasonable.

Winter beach escape. Opposites attract. One holiday romance that refuses to stay temporary.