Trimming His Tree

Molly

All I have to do is pretend to be an interior designer for one weekend.

How hard can it be?

My boss is sick, and our biggest client is expecting her to transform his Christmas tree farm into a winter wonderland for his annual Christmas gala.

So I agree to step in.

My boss has plans. She has lists. She has pictures.

I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

But I can follow instructions, hang some garland, and keep Beck Fraser, the very attractive owner of Fraser Christmas Tree Farm, from realizing I’m an impostor.

Probably.

Then the wrong decorations arrive, the centerpiece goes catastrophically wrong, and my attempt at sophisticated Christmas elegance turns into a full-blown tinsel-tastrophe.

The only thing going according to plan?

The chemistry between Beck and me.

Beck

I hired a professional.

At least, that’s what I thought.

But it doesn’t take long to realize that something about Molly Pine doesn’t quite add up.

She doesn’t know a Douglas fir from a Fraser, she looks terrified every time I ask about her plans, and I’ve caught her Googling how to decorate a twelve-foot Christmas tree without dying.

I should call her out.

Instead, I keep finding reasons to help her.

Because somewhere between the tangled lights, crooked wreaths, and enough tinsel to be visible from space, I’m starting to like Molly’s version of Christmas better than the perfect one I ordered.

And now I’m wondering if I can convince her to stay and make mine.

A cozy, steamy Christmas rom-com packed with mistaken identity, festive disasters, forced proximity, small-town charm, and one Christmas-tree farmer who wouldn’t mind letting Molly Pine trim more than his tree.