Frosting Her Christmas Cookies: A Holiday Romantic Comedy
Frost Brothers, Book 3
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Narrado por:
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Beth Roeg
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Scott Rider
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De:
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Alina Jacobs
Sobre este áudio
Dear Santa, I do not want a Frost brother for Christmas.
In fact, I do not want anything for Christmas — no annoying Christmas carols, no holiday family drama, and no last-minute presents.
And I certainly don’t want to be a bachelorette in The Great Christmas Bake-Off. Yes, in the spirit of holiday commercialism, the bake-off is also a date-off, and Jonathan Frost is the prize.
I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end. Instead, I’m wearing a reindeer mascot costume and pretending I’m oh-so-excited to meet New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor! Just look at those blue eyes and six-foot-five-tall frame! Don’t you want to take him home for the holidays?!
Barf.
Unlike the other bachelorettes, I refused to debase myself and stroke some billionaire’s ego.
Instead, I threw a candy cane dildo at his stupidly handsome face.
Then I laughed when he yelled at me.
Of course, Jonathan couldn’t take the hint. He came around offering to put a little frosting on my Christmas cookies.
I attempted to shank him with a spatula.
He got offended and said that as a judge on The Great Christmas Bake-Off, he was just trying to help.
Sure…
Not that I’m looking for holiday romance.
Christmas is already a stressful time of the year without adding a billionaire to the mix.
Between dodging bake-off sabotaging cousins, applying for a long-shot prestigious museum internship, and trying to survive being broke in Manhattan, I’m up to my black lipstick in my own special nightmare before Christmas.
And it’s making me wound tighter than a nutcracker.
So when Jonathan offers to put some frosting on my cookies — and a few other ornament-shaped parts — his washboard abs and sexy smirk start to seem like the perfect stress relief.
Especially when he offers himself all wrapped up in a bow.
So no, dear Santa, I do not want Jonathan Frost, but I won’t say no to his Christmas package!
Frosting Her Christmas Cookies is a stand-alone holiday romantic comedy. If you love Christmas baking, hilarious holiday hijinks, and a big, thick Christmas stocking, then pick up this full-length, steamy romance novel! There are no cliff-hangers, but there is a very merry (Christmas!) ever after!
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