Marry Walker has crossed Christmas off her list - it only gets in the way of her career. Twelve days before the most important meeting of her life, the Atlanta marketing manager slides off the road in the snowy mountains of North Georgia. No signal, no way forward - just a ditch, freezing feet, and a little town called Hollybrook that looks like it personally invented Christmas.
All she wants is to leave as fast as possible. But then there are Jenny's heavenly cinnamon rolls, a feud over a fruitcake recipe, a golden retriever with a weakness for baked goods - and Matt, the quiet firefighter with the spare guest room, who can talk any cat down off a roof but won't admit to a single feeling.
Twelve days. A car that refuses to move. And an entire town already convinced that Marry has arrived - she just hasn't noticed yet.
A heartwarming winter novel about second chances, real cinnamon, and the question of whether the best home of all might be the one you never planned.