Sugarplum Falls

Being a single mom was hard, but celebrating our first Christmas without my girl’s father, in the Christmas-obsessed town of Sugarplum Falls, was even harder. I knew they needed me to be there with them, but I was sinking quickly, barely keeping my head above water. That was, until a handsome man came into the salon I worked at, needing my help.

Being Sugarplum Falls' most sought-after nanny was something that I prided myself on. I was great with kids, and I hadn’t met a parent who I didn’t have a great relationship with. That was until I met Elliott Weston.

You have to kiss me! Those were the words I blurted out to my employee seconds before asking him to be my fake boyfriend. When my parents told me they were coming to Sugarplum Falls earlier than expected and asked me to attend their friends holiday party I knew it was all a ruse to set me up with their son. So, I needed a plan and fast. I was surprised when Zach agreed and fell right into the role of loving, doting boyfriend. But what caught me even more off guard was how easy it seemed to be for us to be together even when no one was around for us to fake it.

Two authors walk into a bar… Only it wasn’t a bar. It was a hotel in the small town of Sugarplum Falls, and it was completely booked. Of course fate couldn’t be satisfied with leaving us stranded during the worst blizzard on record. No, it had to toss in a tiny cabin with only one bed as the cherry on top. I hadn’t planned to take a last-minute trip, but when the deadline for my book was breathing down my neck, I had no choice. I packed my bags and went in search of the inspiration I needed to get rid of the writer’s block that was keeping me from finishing.

Get ready for another exciting holiday novella in Sugarplum Falls!

When my music career took off six years ago, I had to leave my small-town life and the man I was in love with behind. But when my mom called, asking for my help, I couldn't say no. Singing was what I loved, and helping the Sugarplum Sweethearts win the local caroling competition would be an honor. I could sneak in, spend some time with my mother, then get back to LA to prepare for my upcoming world tour. What I didn't expect was to have an obsessed fan show up.

Rule #1 for newly divorced single moms: Don't fall for your best friend's brother. Even if he is as handsome as he is kind and makes the most addicting lattes. Add in how great he is with your daughter and how he rushes to offer both of you a place to stay when you find yourself in need, and you may as well consider yourself a goner.