Shaking the Sleigh

<p><strong>I'll just admit it right up front--I don't love the holidays.</strong></p><p>In fact Christmas makes me downright cranky.</p><p>Call me the Grinch if you must but if your dad chose that day to decide he was wrong about that whole wanting a family thing you'd grow up miffed about mistletoe too. <strong>Every candy cane ugly sweater and falalalala reminds me of the worst day of my life.</strong></p><p>So when my uncle--a bigwig network executive--gives me one last shot to salvage my disastrous TV production career on a show called <em>Holiday Homes</em> I've got no choice but to suck it up head to the small town of Singletree and fake festive.</p><p>The problem? </p><p><strong>Callan Whitewood.</strong> The sexy sullen former pro-soccer player might be the one person on earth who hates the holidays more than I do. After a devastating injury ended his career he's left with a limp no idea what to do with his future and a cheerless attitude worthy of Ebenezer Scrooge. <strong>But I've got a TIME LIMIT to convince the gorgeous grump to allow his home to be featured as the pinnacle of the Christmas episode of the show that's going to save my career.</strong></p><p><strong>That is if I can keep my hands off him... but I'm having a bit of trouble sticking to the task. </strong></p><p>SHAKING THE SLEIGH is a <strong>standalone holiday romantic comedy with a satisfying happily ever after</strong> plenty of festive chuckles some sexy times and a few chinchillas. Maybe a cat. (And there might be a wombat because wombats really do fit into almost any story.)</p>