Josie Marlowe writes the words on jacket tags for a living, so she knows exactly how bad it sounds when she tells the entire company, by accident, that their CEO has the emotional range of a stapler.
Dominic Vance, the stern, color-coded, never-smiling man the whole building calls the Iceberg, does not fire her. He offers her a deal.
His board has decreed that he must bring a committed partner to the company ski retreat, or they sell his family business to a rival. His real plan just fell through. Josie needs the bonus for her sister's tuition, and she has no business pretending to love a man who locks his office door. So: six days, a twelve-page contract (with a diagram), and Section Eleven, which clearly states that falling in love is a breach.
Then the retreat turns out to be in her hometown. The ski shop her family lost is waiting at the foot of the bunny hill. And somebody on the board has been writing the rules.
Fake dating. Boss and employee. One bed. A hot tub with a medical witness. A blizzard, a deed, a one-dollar deadline, and a penguin named Gerald.
If you love banter-heavy romantic comedies, stern bosses who fall hard, and sunshine heroines who never quite follow the rules, grab your cocoa and book your holiday date. Heat level: steamy, never explicit.