Release Date: November 21, 2019
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What’s a girl to do when she needs to bury the memories of her past?
Apparently, book a room at a cozy Vermont inn for Christmas…as if that’s going to fix years of pining for the one that got away. It doesn’t matter. This holiday getaway is exactly what the doctor ordered. I’m ready to close that heartbreaking chapter in my life for good and start the new year with a bang.
It should be easy.
Except there’s one problem—Joe Parker—with that killer smile and those drown-in-me brown eyes. The man who was supposed to be my forever, but instead left my heart shattered and in disarray.
He’s here. In this wintry hamlet. Daring me to risk everything for him. Again.
I came to this small town looking to leave the past behind me, not get reacquainted with an old flame. And yet, one kiss, and I’m consumed by feelings—heart, mind, and soul. He still makes me tingle in all the right places.
Denial is a powerful tool, but how long can I fight falling for him all over again?
Can I trust him enough to give us another shot?
Fans of Jill Shalvis and Nora Roberts will be swept away by One Complicated Christmas, a second-chance standalone holiday romance in a small town, set with mistletoe lurking around every corner. Grab a glass of spiked eggnog and enjoy.
Occupation: Massage Therapist
Hobbies: Reading and baking
Hometown: Pennington, New Jersey
Relationship Status: Single
Author’s Muse: Corrinne Foxx
Joe Parker
Occupation: Assistant Research Professor and Ski Instructor
Hobbies: Skiing and farming
Hometown: Denver, Colorado. Now lives in Yeti, Vermont
Relationship Status: Single
Author’s Muse: Michael Mealor
“I’ve got you.” Joe’s strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into a solid wall of muscle.
Tingles spread across my chest, and my skin sears down to the bone, a sensation I both loathe and love. My brand of crazy. I suck in a breath and say, “Just so you know, Joe Parker, I outgrew you.”
“Oh, yeah?” “Like my favorite pair of jeans.” “I remember sliding them down your legs.” His mouth quirks a little. “You still love them.”
The words are a statement, not a question. Still, I say, “They no longer fit me.”