The Christmas You Crash

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?

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?