"You won the bet, Stella," he whispered, pulling her into a kiss that tasted like peppermint and forever. "I finally see the magic. It’s been standing right in front of me."
Stella, breathless and wearing a sweater with a caffeinated reindeer on it, didn't back down. "It was an accident! And if you had a heart, you'd help me get this to the top instead of counting your coins like Scrooge." A Holiday Wager Erase Una Vez En Navidad Vi Keeland & Penelop...
The loafers belonged to Julian Thorne—a man whose jawline was as sharp as his business reputation and whose holiday spirit was nonexistent. The Grinch and the Dreamer "You won the bet, Stella," he whispered, pulling
On Christmas Eve, as the snow began to fall in heavy, silent flakes, Julian didn't hand Stella an eviction notice. Instead, he handed her a small, velvet box. Inside wasn't a ring, but a key—a key to his heart and a new lease on a life they would build together. "It was an accident
Julian was the landlord of the building, a man who preferred spreadsheets to mistletoe. He was there to deliver an eviction notice to the "noisy tenant in 4B," not to be pinned against a wall by a rogue Douglas fir.
Stella Vance was having the worst December on record. After her radiator exploded and her boyfriend of three years decided to "find himself" in Europe, she found herself hauling a massive, shedding spruce tree up six flights of stairs alone. Halfway up, the twine snapped. The tree tumbled down the stairwell, missing a very expensive-looking pair of Italian leather loafers by an inch.