All I wanted was a tree, not to fantasize about the farmer's large... axe.
I knew this was a bad idea the moment my friend dragged me to the Christmas tree farm. Me-the girl who can't even assemble Ikea furniture-cutting down my very own tree?
Within two minutes I fail to pick one, stumble over my own feet, and fall flat on my ass right into a puddle. Just my luck-making a spectacle of myself in front of the hottest lumberjack in a Santa hat I've ever seen.
He's as solid as I'm flustered. Serious, bordering on grumpy, with an intriguing spark in his eye-like he's secretly laughing at me. And when he helps me up, his gaze lingers just a little too long.
I'm in my single era, not looking for a man. Yet my heart insists this quiet, rugged grump might be the Christmas miracle I didn't know I needed.
In this steamy yet humorous holiday-themed curvy girl / dad-bod romance, Ruby and Nick navigate Christmas tree disasters, an unexpected flirtation, and an attraction strong enough to pin you against the wall and take your breath away.