Since We've No Place to Go

The only thing I hate worse than Christmas is Cooper Freaking Kellogg.

Liesel:
My reason for hating Christmas is simple: my mom loved Christmas, and now she’s gone. My reason for hating Cooper Kellogg is also simple: he annoys the jingle out of me. The all-star, all-ego player is on the injured list, and—lucky me!—we’re assigned to work on a special project together. Between awkward team events, a Christmas escape room, and some very inconvenient mistletoe, Coop and I are getting way too close for comfort.

Then we’re trapped in a blizzard overnight, and Coop’s cocky grin slips, showing the man behind the mischief. I start falling for his exasperatingly handsome face faster than the snow can pile up around my car. Unfortunately, my overprotective MLB dad and brothers have one rule bigger than Santa himself: no dating players. And it’ll take a lot more than Christmas magic to change their minds.

Cooper:
Liesel Fischer is the Grinch I never knew I needed. She’s smart, snarky, and treats me like a typo she wants to delete. So naturally, getting under her skin is my new favorite Christmas tradition. It doesn’t matter that I’m itching to unwrap all the intriguing layers beneath her prickly exterior. And it especially doesn’t matter that she’s the first woman I’ve ever wanted to drop my own walls for.

I’m not allowed to date her.

I shouldn’t date her.

But after a blizzard traps us in her car and I miss my flight home, I’m definitely going to date her.

Now if a Christmas miracle can just convince her family that we belong together.

I’ll put it in my letter to Santa. View Less