Only for the Season

<p><strong><em>She's a small-town baker with a grudge against billionaires.</em></strong> <strong><em>Too bad one just moved in upstairs - and treats her bakery like his personal office-slash-café. </em></strong></p><p></p><p>The first time I met Jeremy Holland he called Smuggler's Hideaway <em>Podunk</em>. The next time? He was begging to rent the loft above my bakery.</p><p></p><p>I should've tossed a fruitcake at his smug <strong>billionaire</strong> face. But the <strong>holidays</strong> are expensive and the rent helps keep the ovens on. So now I've got a tech mogul living above me - and waltzing through my kitchen like he owns the place.</p><p></p><p>Jeremy doesn't seem to understand boundaries. Or coffee shop etiquette. Or that I'm not interested no matter how good he smells or how unfairly sexy he looks in those low-slung jeans and rumpled T-shirts.</p><p></p><p>Too bad he forgot to play the part of an entitled billionaire and helped me build <strong>gingerbread houses</strong> and deliver cookies. He even helped hang the town's <strong>Christmas lights</strong>. And now I'm starting to wonder what else those hands are good at.</p><p></p><p>The more he helps out - with his messy dirty blond hair those laser-focused eyes and that mouth made for trouble - the harder it is to remember why I hate billionaires in the first place. And I give in to temptation. </p><p></p><p>But we agreed. No strings. No promises. Just a little <strong>Christmas cheer</strong>. </p><p></p><p>This is <strong><em>Only for the Season</em></strong>. </p><p></p><p><em>This small town holiday romance features a baker with a grudge the size of Smuggler's Hideaway against billionaires a billionaire with trust issues one mischievous otter and a salty little island where mermaids might be real - but falling in love definitely is.</em></p>