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I might not be able to ruin his life, but I will ruin his Christmas. Yeah, I'm totally a grinch. But I come by it honestly. Because of Oliver Frost, I flamed out of college in the most humiliating way possible. Now I'm back in my small town-just in time to suffer through a display of small-town Christmas cheer so festive it will make you puke your eggnog. But who cares about being home for the holidays when you live with your family like a loser and have to share one bathroom with seven other people? I plan to spend my Christmas purgatory being tsked at by elderly residents and passive aggressively prodded by my mom's friends about what I plan to do with my life. I don't know, Deborah, work in the Christmas market and get screamed at by tourists because I didn't put enough sprinkles on their little brats' coffees? Seriously, who gives five-year-olds that much caffeine anyway?! See? Like I said. A grinch. I hate Christmas. I set a nativity scene on fire. Got in a fistfight with an elf-I lost, by the way. And threw a vat of Snowman Surprise all over Oliver. Don't ask. Small-town Christmas insanity. Sleigh what? Oliver is here The man who humiliated me and ruined my life? Ho ho ho, fuck no. He doesn't deserve a quaint small-town Christmas or a fancy Christmas tree from my family's farm. He should be haunted like Ebenezer Scrooge by the Ghost of Christmas Past. Or at least the Ghost of Hookups Past. Momma's gonna have herself a very merry Christmas revenge. Swapping the salt and sugar so his Christmas cookies are ruined? Be still, my shriveled little heart. Spying on him so I can gather recon to ruin his holidate? Damn, I forgot how ripped his chest was. Sneaking down his chimney to steal all the presents under his tree? Amateur hour. Until I get caught... Guess I'm spending Christmas in jail. But when he sees I'm not wearing a bra under my ugly Christmas sweater, Oliver smiles like Santa has come early. Crap! I knew I should have worn my good underwear! Hold on to your stockings because the eggnog is spicy and mostly booze. This is a fuck-second-chances, Santa-stalker, holiday-revenge romantic comedy. Featuring Christmas-hating heroines with poor decision-making skills, ripped guys who will leave a very large package under your tree, and adorable corgis dressed up as reindeer, this standalone book has a happily ever after, guaranteed!

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