The Christmas You Crash

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player.</em></strong></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ho ho humbug. </em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Normally I love Christmas. The lights the snow the cozy traditions. Then my parents divorced. Intent to avoid awkward holiday drama I head to our family's secluded cabin for a nice relaxing week alone.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ryder has three strikes against him. One: He saw me naked. Two: He's a hockey player. And three: My dad likes him better than me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I want to hate him but when he walks around the cabin all shirtless and sexy I forget why I should. Or that the coach's daughter and the hotshot rookie only work out in novels. But the longer we're snowed in together the more my heart-and body-warm to Ryder.</span></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When the roads are cleared and the real world beckons will we ring in the new year as a couple or will our budding romance crumble like a poorly built gingerbread house?</em></p><p></p>