Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year.
But not this year.
This year, I’m stuck at a ski resort where I know no one and I have to explain to every bell boy and waiter that I’m there alone because my fiancé is a jerk and I’m not actually celebrating my honeymoon and I’ve taken a vow of celibacy for life.
I’d rather be at home with my hot chocolate and my fire, but it seemed stupid to let the resort go to waste. I plan on holing up in my suite with a bottle of wine and my suitcase full of books. No trips to the bar where my vow could be at risk.
But when the eye candy in the suite next to me shows up at my door half dressed looking for his dog, my vow might have to go out the window.
Note: This is a standalone story.