Single All The Way

Being dumped weeks out from Christmas already sucks, so imagine your fiancé replacing your position with his high school sweetheart while you’re snowed in at his family’s estate that’s meant to host your wedding.

Things couldn’t get any worse—so I won’t mention the hot chocolate incident, insensitive demand for the return of my engagement ring, or my luggage being stolen mere feet from my apartment when I can finally fly home—but it’s December, the second most romantic month of the year, so things can only go up, right?

Wrong.

After too many drinks to numb the ache, and an unexpected advertisement for a male esc0rt company, I decide to gift myself a night of plea$ure instead of wading through a handful of duds to find ‘Mr. Do Me Right.’

I’m set for a night of fun until I skip halfway across Ravenshoe before recalling I have no access to the funds needed for my festive night.

Thank goodness good old Saint Nick points me in the right direction.

The mysterious stranger is everything I want to find under my tree Christmas morning. He’s gorgeous, flirty, and single all the way…

So why does it feel like more than Christmas magic will fuel our union when he offers the services I’m seeking for free?