Resting Grinch Face

<p><strong>I might not be able to ruin his life but I will ruin his Christmas.</strong></p><p>Yeah I'm totally a grinch. But I come by it honestly.</p><p>Because of Oliver Frost I flamed out of college in the most humiliating way possible.</p><p>Now I'm back in my small town-just in time to suffer through a display of small-town Christmas cheer so festive it will make you puke your eggnog. But who cares about being home for the holidays when you live with your family like a loser and have to share one bathroom with seven other people?</p><p></p><p>I plan to spend my Christmas purgatory being tsked at by elderly residents and passive aggressively prodded by my mom's friends about what I plan to do with my life.</p><p>I don't know Deborah work in the Christmas market and get screamed at by tourists because I didn't put enough sprinkles on their little brats' coffees? Seriously who gives five-year-olds that much caffeine anyway?!</p><p></p><p>See? Like I said. A grinch.</p><p>I hate Christmas.</p><p>I set a nativity scene on fire.</p><p>Got in a fistfight with an elf-I lost by the way.</p><p>And threw a vat of Snowman Surprise all over Oliver. Don't ask. Small-town Christmas insanity.</p><p>Sleigh what? Oliver is here???</p><p>The man who humiliated me and ruined my life?</p><p></p><p>Ho ho ho fuck no.</p><p></p><p>He doesn't deserve a quaint small-town Christmas or a fancy Christmas tree from my family's farm.</p><p>He should be haunted like Ebenezer Scrooge by the Ghost of Christmas Past. Or at least the Ghost of Hookups Past.</p><p></p><p>Momma's gonna have herself a very merry Christmas revenge.</p><p>Swapping the salt and sugar so his Christmas cookies are ruined? Be still my shriveled little heart.</p><p>Spying on him so I can gather recon to ruin his holidate? Damn I forgot how ripped his chest was.</p><p>Sneaking down his chimney to steal all the presents under his tree? Amateur hour.</p><p>Until I get caught...</p><p></p><p>Guess I'm spending Christmas in jail.</p><p>But when he sees I'm not wearing a bra under my ugly Christmas sweater Oliver smiles like Santa has come early.</p><p>Crap! I knew I should have worn my good underwear!</p><p></p><p>Hold on to your stockings because the eggnog is spicy and mostly booze. This is a fuck-second-chances Santa-stalker holiday-revenge romantic comedy. Featuring Christmas-hating heroines with poor decision-making skills ripped guys who will leave a very large package under your tree and adorable corgis dressed up as reindeer this standalone book has a happily ever after guaranteed!</p>