𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 by Kate Stewart

 

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, a full-length romantic dramedy by USA Today bestselling author Kate Stewart, is live! 

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🎄 This is an un-EX-pected, Christmas themed, 2nd chance romance.

🤣 LOL 

🔥 Slow Burn

🎁 Heartwarming feels 

😍 Swoon and 🌶Spice and everything nice but most definitely on 🎅 Santa’s NAUGHTY LIST!!

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“𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙀𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣!”- 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖, 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨

BLURB:

 

Clark Griswold was onto something, at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug—another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn’t get—I’m not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER. 

When Mom insisted that we all gather at my Grandparent’s ancient cabin for an old school family Christmas, I fully intended to get into the holiday spirit with the help of the three wise men, Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels, and Jim Beam. But those boys did absolutely nothing to offset the shock or temper the sting of seeing my EX on our doorstep the first day of our holiday soiree. 

Apparently, Santa missed the memo, and this elf is pissed.

Stuck for a week with the man who obliterated my heart nearly two decades ago, I did the only thing I could do and put on my game face, thankful for the home advantage.

I knew better than to drink that last cup of eggnog.

I knew better than to get tongue tangled beneath the mistletoe with the only man to ever break my heart.

I knew better than to sleep with Satan’s wingman on the eve of the Lord’s birthday.

I could blame the nog. I could blame the deceitful light blue eyes, thick, angelic hair, and panty evaporating smirk…but mostly, I blame Eli because he always knew exactly which of my buttons to push.

I foolishly thought a family Christmas filled with nostalgia was going to turn my inner Scrooge around, but this year’s festivities went up in flames. Leave it to the ghost of my Christmas past to be the one to light the match. 

Fa la la la la, la FML. 

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