One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player.
Ho, ho, humbug. 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. At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer. 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. 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. 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?
