Silent Night, Filthy Night

He was supposed to help me move into my new apartment.
Instead, he ended up in my head… and then in my bed, ruining me for every man in Denver.

Leaving Chicago for my dream job should’ve been the hard part.
Turns out the hardest part is realizing how lonely starting over can be.

Enter Cole Bristol. My best friend’s older brother.
The former bad boy every girl in our small town obsessed over is now six feet two inches of pure temptation with forearms thicker than a Christmas tree.

One accidental touch turns into teaching me darts with his chest against my back.
One drink turns into a kiss that wrecks my common sense.
And one flat tire in a snowstorm turns into a motel room with one squeaky bed… and one filthy night that definitely didn’t stay silent.

Now we’re pretending we didn’t tear into each other like a Christmas present while his mom hands me gingerbread, his dad watches us like a hawk, and Maddie has no idea I’m falling for her brother at record-breaking speed.

But when a porch-light kiss turns into getting caught under the mistletoe by his entire family and the neighborhood carolers… our secret isn’t a secret anymore.

Christmas just got complicated.
And by complicated, I mean I might’ve blown up a fifteen-year friendship…and fallen stupidly, wildly, hopelessly in love doing it.