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34 reviewsIf he's such a monster, why can't I stop thinking about him?
Cole Henster – he was my secret shame – the guy I loved to hate and would hate to love, because like everyone else, I knew the cold, hard truth. The guy's heart was frozen solid, like a snowball left for too long in the freezer.
Cole Henster wasn't just my boss. He was the new owner of Winterville Chocolates, a gourmet candy company that specialized in holiday treats. He was a grump. A monster. A stone-cold corporate raider who'd rolled into the company like a giant ball of ice, leaving a trail of wintery destruction in his wake. Who else but *him* would give our company's Santa the ol' holiday heave-ho?
The guy *should* look like a goblin. But did he? *Of course not.* He had thick chestnut-colored hair, killer abs, and dark brooding eyes – the kind of eyes that might've put me on Santa's naughty list if only they didn't belong to him.
But forget the pretty packaging. On the inside, he'd been a huge disappointment, like a dog turd wrapped in a fancy gift box. Sure, you could open the thing, but would you really want to?
There was just one tiny problem.
I sort of wanted to.
And just when I think I'm out of danger, I discover the monster living directly across the street from my swanky new Christmas cat-sitting gig. On the upside, the monster wouldn't be discovering me. Not if I could help it.