I hate Christmas.
Before you scream bah humbug, let me explain: my birthday is December 25th.
Birthdays were largely ignored, and the holiday lost its luster before I hit double digits. I didn't get a birthday party—instead, my parents spent their energy planning a huge Christmas party.
So when the annual Christmas party rolls around again, it's nothing more than an obligation to endure.
Until this year. Because this year, Nick O'Connor will be there. Bad boy extraordinaire. Brutally beautiful, he's the strong and silent type. Also, my brother's best friend.
When he finds me under the mistletoe, he might just convince me to fall in love with Christmas after all.
And him too, while I'm at it.