When I arrive in Linesworth with my daughter to celebrate the holidays, I’m not looking for love.
I already have more than enough.
The last thing I expect to find at the bakery is the cutest Christmas cookie I’ve ever seen.
Noelle is kind and generous —the sort of woman men move snow capped mountains for.
One taste of Noelle’s frosting and she’s all I crave.
But she has other things on her mind—and finding her own happily ever after seems like someone else’s Christmas wish.
I didn’t come here looking for a bride, but I’m not leaving this mountain until I make Noelle my wife.
Dear Reader,
This Christmas romance is sugary sweet, but once you read this you’ll be on Santa’s naughty list. You can thank me later. *winkwink
Xo, Frankie
