Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

Kissmas WishesLove In All SeasonsFrankie LoveContentsAbout the BookMistletoe Mountain

The Mountain Man’s ChristmasDedicationChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7

Kissmas WishesTime to make all your Kissmas Wishes come true!

Six Christmas Romances in one collection…Mistletoe Mountain

Meeting Evie was serendipity … and letting her go isn’t an option.

But her life isn’t built around Mistletoe Mountain the way mine is.

This mountain man is hoping for a Christmas miracle.Sugar Mountain Christmas Bride

The last thing I expect to find at the bakery is the cutest Christmas cookie I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t come to Linesworth to find a bride, but I’m not leaving this mountain until I make Noelle my wife.Merry Me

I have one intention — prove to Holly I can be the mountain man she needs.

I’m holding out for more than a Christmas miracle.

I’m going to get myself a Christmas bride.Let’s Merry Christmas

Meeting a woman like CeeCee is the last thing I expect on Christmas Eve.

Now we’re both stranded at an airport and I’m determined to make the best of it.

It’s time to make her lumberjack fantasies come true.His Sugarplum

I don’t want to ruin Sugar… but she’s my sugarplum now.

And I’m ready to taste my Christmas treat.Home Is Where The Beard Is

It's the season for miracles and maybe just this once I'll get the present I've wanted all my life:

Maple St. Claire in my arms under the mistletoe.Chapter OneHot pink fleece gloves? Check.

Knee-high, fur lined boots? Check.

Hand knit, mint green, beanie? Check.

With my outfit complete, I step out of my Subaru, crunch across the snow, and open the trunk. Grabbing my loppers and a basket, I begin my trek into the woods.

The weather has been cold all month, but it hasn’t snowed in three days. I should be able to get in and out within an hour, and still be home before lunch. I just need to cut down several cedar branches boughs of holly and get home by dark.

Before locking the car, I pull out my phone and text my sister.

Me: I’m in Northstar Forest. Just in case I get lost.

Willa: What the eff are you doing there?

Me: Best cedar trees around.

Willa: All that effort to make a dozen wreaths? U R Cray Cray.

Me: It’s Christmas. #tradition.

Willa: Tommy is a terror today.

Me: He’s two. Hang in there sista.

Willa: Easier said than done Auntie.I smile, she’s got a pretty good set-up from my vantage point. A man, a baby, and a house that is a home.

Me: I’ll come babysit.

Willa: Thx, but don’t you have your ugly Xmas sweater thing? Time to get drunk with your fifty closest friends.I smirk. My sister loves to tease me about my social calendar. But what can I say? I’ve always been the sorta person who loves to stay busy.

Me: I’d cancel all of it to be with Tommy. You know that.

Willa: I know. I’m being a brat. Can’t help but be a teensy bit jealous of your life is all.

Me: I love you, sister. Nothing to be jelly of.

Willa: xoxo. Stay safe.I pocket my phone and put on my gloves. Even though I told Willa that she has nothing to be jealous of... I know it’s not the truth.

There are a ton of things I love about my life. My home business has totally taken off. I have an adorable little one-bedroom house on the cutest street in town.

There’s always someone to hang out with -- I went to college here and have made a ton of connections in the four years since I graduated. I attend a book club and a knitting group -- weekly events where my girlfriends and I get drunk on boxed wine.

And I always have plans on Friday nights. And Saturday nights. The girls and I go out dancing, meet guys, and enjoying everything the city offers.

I figure living life in the fast lane won’t last forever… but so long as it does, I’m all in.

Body shots in Mexico instead of Valentine’s day at home? Check.

Renting a party bus for my friends’ birthdays? Check.

Hosting bridal showers and baby showers when said friends get hitched and knocked-up? Check.

I look out at the snow-covered mountain. Everything is so quiet. Still.

For a moment, I can’t help but wish my life were more like this. Like my sister’s, even.

Sure, Willa would love to have more girls’ nights out, but she has Tommy and Ethan. She has everything.

And I tell myself I have everything I need too.

Even if the truth is I’ll be alone on Christmas morning.

Which is why I am determined to deliver these handmade wreaths to my neighbors. I won’t feel the pang of loneliness quite so sharply if I’m walking around my neighborhood.

I start hiking into the trees, wanting to find the perfect branches to make wreaths. This has become my annual tradition—and on Christmas morning I deliver them to all my neighbors.

As I step over a fallen branch and inhale the pine and cedar scent, the air crisp and cold, I smile, watching tiny snowflakes cover my coat.