Fran Cuthbert Ruins Christmas

Welcome (back) to Christmas Valley. Where it's Christmas every. F@$#ing. Day.

It's your typical Hallmark movie plot: my big city boyfriend dumped me, so my adorable five-year-old daughters and I moved back to my hometown just in time for Christmas. I guess the magic of the holiday is going to show me what I really wanted all along, or something.

But on Hallmark, people aren't usually mainlining their mother's Xanax. Or stealing the last available Peachblossom Pony Pal from their hot doctor because they have to give their kids the best Christmas ever. And when they run into their high school sweetheart, they don't usually face the gulf of lies that exists between Cass Sullivan and me.

Oh yeah, and their hometown isn't located directly up Christmas's butthole.

I left Christmas Valley because I couldn't listen to one more carol or look at one more tinsel-wrapped streetlamp. But moving to Boston meant leaving Cass, and that has always been my one regret. I mean, I also regret the box of Franzia in my closet, being publicly dumped, agreeing to take tap dancing lessons with my mom, and the fact that I can't seem to open my mouth without a little white lie popping out. But mostly Cass.

When I need someone to play Santa for my girls' favorite Christmas tradition, Cass steps in. Suddenly, I'm falling for him like we're seventeen again. Can we put aside two decades' worth of baggage and give each other a second chance? Can he help me build a life in Christmas Valley? And has he really been banging our former geometry teacher?

Only Christmastime will tell. If the holidays don't kill me first.

Fran Cuthbert Ruins Christmas is a sweet, low-heat holiday novella featuring a second chance romance, a hot mess MC who could use a steadying hand, adorable kids and dogs, and a guaranteed HEA.