Home for the Holidays

Escaping the big city to go home for the holidays is the only bright light in the year I’ve had. I’m constantly surrounded by people, but I’ve never felt more alone or out of place. Going home had been the plan until a historic snowfall downs all air traffic.

Well, not all of it. A handsome billionaire with a private plane can still fly, and when he asks me to accompany him for the holidays and pretend to be his fiancé, we strike a deal.

They say Logan Duncan is hard, brooding, and seemingly cold. But with me he manages to send hot tingles down my spine whenever he touches me and holds me close. He makes this all feel too real. The closer we get the more I see he’s never been loved. I make it my mission to show him the magic of Christmas.

My holidays started out grounded, but now they’re soaring. The only problem is, what happens when I want this fake fiancé to be the real thing?

Chapter 1

Angel

I love snow. It’s one of the many things I love about the holidays. Everything looks so pristine when it’s covered in a fresh blanket of it. I’ve been so excited to get home to see snow again. But Mother Nature has decided to play a cruel joke on me. Snow is going to be the very thing that’s going to keep me stranded in LA.

It hasn't snowed in LA in more than fifty years. I look out the window of my small apartment that I share with three other girls. Small snowflakes fall to the ground. It wasn’t even supposed to start until tonight. I didn’t think I had anything to worry about because by then I’d be back home and in my parents’ house to enjoy three weeks off of work.

I’m looking forward to being back in Rocky Hill. I need this trip. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, and now everything might be ruined. The disappointment makes my stomach hurt. I know that a drive home would take days, not to mention how hazardous the roads might be along the way. I also don’t have a car, so there’s that.

“Can we use your room for storage while you’re gone?” Victoria asks. I peek over my shoulder to look at her. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

These models and actresses out here can’t handle the cold. This is the first time I’ve ever seen Victoria in so much clothing. Unlike me, who’s on the shorter and curvier side, the girls I live with are stick thin and have legs for days.

“I-”

“Thanks.” She cuts me off before I can answer, turning to head back to her bedroom but not before she cranks the heat up more. It’s already a freaking sauna in here. Barbie comes stumbling out of her room next. She doesn't say a word as she makes her way to the coffee machine.