Snowed In With Jack Frost

Jack Frost is nipping at more than noses this Christmas.

Fiona
Christmas Eve traditions in my family: Chinese takeout, a romance novel, and pretending I chose to spend the holidays alone instead of having loneliness choose me. This year, Jack Frost had other plans. The winter legend bleeding in my garage isn’t bringing frost—he’s a seven-foot alien courier who’s been my invisible Christmas guardian for three years. While I was reading about fictional alien boyfriends, a real one was falling obsessively in love with me from the shadows.
Now his ship is crashed, the town wants him dead, his medical cargo could save hundreds of lives, and he’s declaring me his fated mate on the most silent night of the year. Some Christmas gifts come with assembly required. This one comes with survival stakes.

Ja’war
Human courtship customs are unnecessarily complex. After extensive research, I determined the optimal approach: demonstrate my worthiness through protective acts while maintaining appropriate distance until she recognizes our compatibility. Humans call this “stalking.” I call it “thorough romantic reconnaissance.” Now I am injured, my ship requires repair, armed locals wish to execute me, and I must repair my ship, deliver life-saving cargo, and convince my mate to choose me—all before Christmas dawn and the hunters breach her garage. This was not covered in my diplomatic training.