Fiola loves to live life to the fullest, from barrel-racing in gymkhanas to surf-fishing in Hawaii, jumping stones on the breakwater in Morro Bay to walking barefoot on the beach and dreaming of romance. When she travels, she’s always on the lookout for that next story, that next place to bury the body. Or lock-lips with a hot guy. She kicks-ass and takes names in beautiful but weird Portland, Oregon.
The last thing Natalie needs in her life is a handsome-as-sin single father living right next door. What she wants to do is shun the world and embrace her broken heart. She regrets snapping at his little girl over something as silly as Christmas lights, but nothing in the world will change her mind about taking part in holiday hoopla or letting a cherub or her sexy father into her life.
Zach's decision to ignore his snarky, smoking-hot new neighbor is an easy one, even if he feels a tug of regret he won’t get to know her better. He wants nothing to do with a woman who would snap at his little girl over something as trivial as decorating for the holiday.
Neither are prepared for hearts tripping and emotional barriers falling when Zach snatches her from the flames engulfing her home and ends up tucking her into his spare bedroom. Little does he know his ability to play nothing more than caretaker until she's back on her feet is just smoke and mirrors.
Will holiday hearts awaken to passion and new love, or will Zach and Natalie let this chance at new love pass them by?