I write love stories for a living. I don't believe a word of them. And I hate Christmas.
TY
I flew to the far north of Vermont to skip the holidays and write in peace.
Three layovers later, my rental truck slid off a mountain road in a snowstorm.
I woke up in a stranger's bed with my leg in a homemade splint.
The huge mountain man who pulled me out of the wreck blushes every time I look at him.
He hums. Constantly.
No electricity. An outhouse. And we're snowed in together.
Oh, and he owns every one of my gay romances.
ETHAN
I've lived alone in these woods for five years.
I didn't expect to find a crashed truck on my walk home, or my favorite author inside it.
Ty is grumpy, stubborn, and hates needing help.
He wants nothing to do with Christmas. It's my favorite time of the year.
Lucky for me, he's stuck here until the weather clears.
He has no idea I'm a grizzly bear shifter.
I'd like to keep it that way.
Crashing Into Christmas is a cozy, steamy, snowed-in M/M Christmas romance with a grumpy author who hates the holidays, the sweet bear shifter who rescued him, one cabin with no electricity, and a happy ending. A standalone novella.