She came to light up the town. He’d spent two years making sure his house stayed dark.
Juniper Hart drives into Mistlefall with a dead garden in the back seat and one plan: give her ailing grandmother the brightest Christmas the little town has ever seen. Then she crashes into the handmade mailbox of the one man on Wexford Lane who keeps his windows dark on purpose.
Silas Crane does not do December. Not the lights, not the carols, not the town’s beloved Merriment Cup. What he does is build things, keep to himself, and wait for the season to be over. The last thing he wants is a relentlessly sunny florist next door, decorating his life without permission.
So when the whole town assumes they’re a couple, they let the lie stand. She needs a partner to win the Cup for Gran. He needs the meddling to stop. A fake romance with a firm expiration date, and absolutely no feelings allowed.
Neither of them plans on the snowed-in nights. The two kinds of coffee. The way a grump who can’t say a soft word out loud starts leaving them in cedar and lantern light instead.
But Silas is hiding a secret about how their whole arrangement really began, and in a town this small, secrets never stay wrapped for long. When it unravels in the middle of the square, in front of everyone, the fragile thing they built will face the one test neither is ready for: whether a man who goes quiet when it counts can learn, just once, to stay.
Juniper came to make her grandmother a light. She never planned to become one for the man in the dark house at the end of the lane.
A cozy, closed-door, small-town holiday romance full of grumpy-sunshine banter, fake-dating butterflies, a scheming grandmother, and a whole town cheering them on. Perfect for readers who love enemies-to-lovers warmth, snowed-in tension, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after by Christmas morning.
Curl up with the cocoa. Turn the first page. Fall in love by Christmas.