The Mistletoe Series

The last time I saw broody, gorgeous, son-of-a-billionaire, Lincoln Porter, was Christmas Eve…right after I got publicly dumped by his best friend…

Imagine my surprise when he told me my ex never deserved me….right before kissing me!

That was eight years ago and I haven’t seen him since. Okay fine I haven’t been home either.

As far as I’m concerned, I could go another eight years without the holiday explosion of garlands and mistletoe, holly and tinsel. I avoid Christmas at all costs. My idiot ex ruined the holidays for me. To make matters worse, everyone sided with him. Including my parents.

Everyone but Linc that is.

But now, instead of spending the holidays on a warm sandy beach, devoid of jolly men in red suits, my job is sending me home…back to Faith, Virginia. A town often compared to a holiday snow globe.

Where the owner of the mouth I ran away from still lives… Damn him and that knowing cocky smile.

So here I am, my career on the line. In the one place I swore to never return. And what do you know, Lincoln Porter still has those wide, broad shoulders and the devil’s own smile.

But I’m not staying. When I ran, I left behind a cold and dismissive family and a small town where I never felt like myself. But this broody, billionaire says he should have given me a reason to stay last time.

No way I’m letting him tempt me into staying now.

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What’s a girl supposed to do when she’s secretly in love with her best friend? 

I’ll I’ve you a hint. It’s not accompany him home for the holidays and pretend to be his girlfriend. How did I even end up here?

I’ll tell you how. I got lost in Justin Morrison’s baby blues, that’s how. Ever since Justin rescued me from my no good cheating ex - I’ve had a thing for him. I’ve done my best to keep it under wraps. Hell, I intended to take this truth to the grave. I’ve never had someone protect me the way he does and I’ve never wanted to ruin our friendship.

The problem is, to give his ailing grandma, possibly the best last Christmas, and cover a teensy teensy little white lie he told her, now I’m having to pretend to to be in love with him. Sleeping in the same bed…kissing him! 

All for show of course.

But I can do this right? I can hide my real feelings? Even when he takes our public kisses behind closed doors and there’s no mistletoe in sight?