Summary
The moment I saw my elf, I knew I was going to keep her.
Nick--Bah, humbug. It’s a cliche, but I don’t care. I have little use for the holidays, even though my birthday falls on Christmas, and I don’t care if the employees in my dad’s company love me like they did him before his retirement. It’s not a requirement of the job. So how do I find myself stuffed into a padded suit and playing Santa at the corporate Christmas party? I don’t mind that much when I meet Holly, my volunteer elf for the evening. She’s sweet and sassy, with curves in all the right places. All it takes is one look to know she’s mine, and I’m going to keep her.
Holly--St. Nick sweeps me off my feet, and I start to fall for him. That’s great until I learn he’s the one trying to move our daycare. How can I love a man with a grinchy soul? Is there more to Nick than that? One thing’s for sure. He’s no saint.
