Fireworks plus mistletoe equal one explosive kiss ...
Beau Slater sure brings the fireworks. Too bad they're not the good kind. My brother's best friend was so smoking hot, he blew up our small-town graduation night with one humiliating almost-kiss. It took me five years, one potential dream job, and three thousand miles to diffuse that horrifying memory.
So when my worst enemy and I are forced together by our meddling mothers for a first-ever Christmas in July, I can't risk Beau reigniting my heart. Which means I'm probably supremely stupid to enlist him in my plot to teach our manipulative families a lesson.
Still. Beau's future is a world away from mine, and neither one of us will give up on our dreams. So how hard could it be to fake-date the off-limits man I'm secretly pining for?
The answer is EASY, Kasey.
Just as long as I don't let this old flame and his sugarplum lips burn me again ...