Hating the Book Boyfriend
It was supposed to be a weekend of fun. The last book signing of the season with me and my three author besties. Meeting readers, making memories, and sharing outlandish stories that would undoubtedly make their way into our books.
I wasn’t supposed to drink too many cocktails and start a book boyfriend business.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to run into my brother’s best friend or help myself to his room.
The only thing that could make this weekend worse: getting snowed in with him.
Colton Callahan is as frosty as they come and one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors. The girls think I should take him on as my first client, but he’s not looking for his Ice Queen, and I’m not offering to find her.
The man is a walking red flag in a finely tailored suit, and I’m a toasted marshmallow because red happens to be my favorite color, and he is no longer the Scrooge he used to be.
My holiday goals were set. Take on a client, write a best seller, and help my brother with the Christmas tree farm. But what do you do if your brother’s best friend is the book boyfriend, and you’re supposed to hate him?
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