Mad About Yule

Santa came early this year, and he brought me a big lump of coal

When I asked for volunteers to help with our small town Christmas festival, I should have been more specific.

Griffin McBride—the arrogant blast from my past who barges in like he’s taking over the project—isn’t who I had in mind.

I want my gossip-fueled town to whisper about my successes instead of my failures for a change. To do that, I need someone to build my dream of a life-sized Christmas village in town square, not push all my buttons until I totally lose my cool.

Griffin has always had a talent for getting under my skin, though. Back in high school, every conversation we had turned into an argument he needed to win. He even has the trophy to prove it.

Now? He’s more than just the cocky guy I remember. He’s loyal, protective, and he defends me and my festival like he truly believes in me.

I always hated losing to Griffin, but this year, it will take a Christmas miracle not to lose my heart.