Christmas is supposed to be about “peace on earth” and “goodwill toward men.” Glyn Darrow bought that lie for the first three decades of her life, but whoever said that (it was one of God’s angels, wasn’t it?) clearly hadn’t met Glyn’s new neighbor. He’s stolen all the peace from her life and any goodwill she might have had toward men.
If only his notes wouldn’t make visions of mistletoe dance in her head.
When Clay Ruskin moved onto Elderberry Close, he didn’t imagine that he’d be “greeted” by a note from his uptight new neighbor… or that she’d drive him to distraction–good and bad.
She’s determined to do the right thing–always.
He thinks she’s got weird ideas about what the “right thing” even is.
They do agree on one thing, though. This will be the most memorable Christmas ever.
If they survive it.
