About This Book

He’s my off-limits crush, but now we’re sharing a bed for the night…

The last thing I did before joining my family for Christmas was drop a resignation letter on my boss's desk. I didn’t expect him to follow me to Colorado!

Now he's standing in the foyer of the glittering mountain chalet. I don't know how to explain to my family who he is or why I quit...so when they assume he's my boyfriend, and he gets a dangerous glint in his eye, I roll with it. Sure, it means he needs to share my room for the night, and there’s only one bed. But all I have to do is explain why we can’t work together (without admitting that it’s because I’m secretly in love with him), and then he’ll leave in the morning.

I’m not prepared for the searing kiss my previously mild-mannered boss lays on me as soon as we’re alone—or what he demands next.

Pack your bags and join us in Colorado for mountains of Christmas magic! It may be cold outside, but there’s plenty of heat between the sheets of these holiday romances!

Chapter One

Sienna

“There she is!”

I brace for impact as my mother and grandmother descend on me in the arrivals area at the Denver airport.

It’s two days before Christmas Eve and the Gibb family matriarchs are decked out in matching Christmas sweaters, but their expressions are totally different. Nana looks like she’s just robbed a bank and thinks I’d be the perfect getaway driver, and Mom looks relieved I didn’t get lost on my layover in Salt Lake City.

My mother loves me so much, I know that, but as the baby of the family—and the only one not yet married—she also judges me, fusses over me, and finds something to criticize every single time we’re together.

It’s just a matter of time until—

“Darling, have you not been sleeping? You look terrible.”

There it is. “Thanks, Mom.”

“I don’t mean it like that. You’re so beautiful, but…”

“No but required. I’m fine. Rough flight, that’s all.”

That wasn’t all. The last thing I did this morning before leaving Oregon was drop a resignation letter on my boss’s desk, and tear out my heart in the process.

The only way I could do that with any bravery was when I was about to leave the state for the holidays.

Now I’m in Colorado, and I’m filled with a complicated regret I cannot entertain. Do I look terrible? Sure. Because I lost my heart to a man who will never want me the way I want him, and that sucks.