Hot Chocolate Kisses

Candy Kane is a curvy goddess who likes to push my buttons.

I don’t care if she keeps playing tricks on me every time I go into the hardware store—from ordering the wrong door knocker to mixing glitter in my paint. It’s clear that Candy may be sweet to everyone else, but she likes to show me her sassy side by getting under my skin.
When our small mountain town of Moonlit Pines asks us to host a Toy Drive to help fund the city’s children’s athletics department at our brewery, my friends and I can’t say no. Too bad for me that it creates an avalanche of events I couldn’t have planned for. Like Candy volunteering to help build Santa’s workshop to prove to her uncle she’s ready to take over at the hardware store. And me ending up stuck taking over as Santa.

Dressing up like jolly old Saint Nick was one thing. Having her sit on my lap so she can tell me what she wants for Christmas is a whole other. My self-control is shot, and I’m done fighting it. All I want for Christmas is my girl. She might not know it, but Candy Kane is about to find her way under Santa’s mistletoe for some hot-chocolate-laced kisses that last all year long.