Holly Jolly Christmas

I’ve never met a man who can bolt out of a room faster than Luke Byron. The second I walk in, the reclusive tech billionaire vanishes like a snowflake on warm skin. Not ideal, considering we’re supposed to be decorating his historic home for Mistletoe Bay’s Candlelight Walk together—a job I desperately need if I want to keep my floral business alive.

But it doesn’t take long to realize Luke isn’t running because he dislikes me. He’s running because he doesn’t want me to see the thoughtfulness he tries to hide, or the way his eyes heat when he thinks I’m not looking—like he’s starving, and I’m something he’s been dying to taste.

I wasn’t prepared for the spark between us. Or for the kiss on my doorstep that left me shaky for hours afterward. And when an ice storm knocks out my power and Luke insists I stay with him? I never stood a chance.
That cold, fire-lit night changed everything. Slow touches. Quiet confessions. And the sort of passion I’d never experienced before. By morning, the lines between us aren’t just blurred; they’re gone.

But something in Luke’s eyes tells me he’s keeping secrets. And after the year I’ve had—being left at the altar, losing my shop, wondering if I even belong in this town anymore—I don’t know if my heart can survive another blow.
Still, when he touches me, when he smiles that shy, devastating smile, I think maybe the risk is worth it. Maybe he’s worth it.

And maybe I am, too.

Welcome to Mistletoe Bay, where love happens one snow-dusted kiss at a time.