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Eating her Christmas Cookies - Jack
In my perfect world it would always be winter and never Christmas.I despise the holiday. I hate carols, shopping, and pretending to be a perfect family.I walked away from my family, or rather they walked away from me.My heart is like iceâ€"See it creeping up the walls.Oh, wait, no, that’s royal icing.I never should have allowed the Great Christmas Bake-Off to film in my tower.And I never, ever, should have agreed to be a judge
Chloe
I love Christmas! I love sparkly window decorations, heartwarming holiday movies, and themed coffee.Most of all I love Christmas baking.Even though his company is sponsoring the bake-off show, billionaire Jack Frost claims he hates sweets.But after he tastes my goods I know he'll come begging for more.And wouldn't you know it, that night Jack Frost asked me to come up to his penthouse and give him a special taste of my Christmas cookies.Against my better judgement I went…I baked him my signature gingerbread cookies and of course he ate them up!It should have been a Christmas miracle, but Jack Frost couldn't have come into my life at a worse time.Not only am I broke, but this was my first Christmas after my Oma died.Someone is trying to sabotage me in the Great Christmas Bake-Off.I'm being stalked by a mall Santa.Sleeping with one of the judges is a disaster waiting to happen. I needed Jack and his washboard abs about as much as I needed that third sticky bun. But when he says in his deep, sexy voice, "Can you make me some more cookies?" well stick a candy cane in me I'm done.
After His Peonies - Hunter
Rules are meant to be broken. Except for oneâ€"Women can't get enough peonies. Even the girl in front of me in line is admiring the peonies in my hand.While I need these particular flowers for my latest plot, I'll still give Meghan the biggest, thickest bouquet I can find.It's flattering how much she wants my peoniesâ€"And I don't mind personally delivering.
Meghan
I love rules. They make life simple.One rule I have for my future boyfriend? Fresh flowers every week.The hot guy behind me in line had a gorgeous bouquet. He was perfect boyfriend material…Until Mr. Perfect broke the unwritten rule of New York City lunch hour and found a devious way to cut the line.He took my spot, making me late for a meeting, and then had the audacity to hand me his peonies as he waltzed out with what should have been my sandwich!A wink and flowers from a handsome guy won't fix my disaster of a life.My career as a lawyer is failing before it even started.I live in a tiny, crumbling apartment.I have to deal with my obnoxious supervisor who seems intent on taking Hunter's peonies for herselfExcept that his peonies (and other flowers) are mine.They were delivered to my desk at work!Bouquet aside, Hunter breaks all my rules. I know I should ignore him. I know it's going to be an epic disaster.But when he shows up at my door shirtless, with another excessive bouquet, well, I have to say screw the rules; I want his peonies and the rest of him too!
In Her Candy Jar - Mace
Discipline is what separates the successful from the fakers.I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulatedâ€"that includes no candy.Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel.Josie is a walking disaster and some sort of sugar addict.And she's determined to turn me into a fiend for her candy.
Josie
Routines are the enemy of life. I live to be spontaneous.My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar.It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can't believe he thought it was inappropriate!I feel sorry for the guy. His little brothers are miserable, his PowerPoints are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in joy. And candy.Thought if I'm being honest, I could use a little more discipline. My YOLO, fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants philosophy already sent my life into a tailspin.It cost me the entirety of my life savings.I'm living in a dilapidated tiny house that’s trying to kill me.I regularly eat chocolate chips and boxed wine for dinner.In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn't a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing, accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minute before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either. I can tell I'm a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we're alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite…Because once he has a taste, he's going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar!
On His Paintbrush- When I first laid eyes on the curvy brunette, she made me a drink then said I made her wet
I couldn’t pass up the invitation.
I wanted her to paint me like one of her French boys.
Before I walked out of her dinky small town café, I left my card, all black.
I'll show herâ€"this billionaire can be very creative.
I am, after all, quite a talented finger painter!
Hazel
I turn weird and awkward around attractive men. I'm a nervous sweater, and when Archer walked into my art café that night, he was making me soaking wet. He was stupidly attractiveâ€"which caused me to go into excruciating detail about my sweating problem, insult what he had under his fig leaf, and imply I was running a brothel.
But he left his card, so I couldn’t have been all bad.
I needed the ego boost. My career as an artist was a joke. I was desperately trying to live the #bossbabe life after I couldn't hack it as an artist in New York City and moved back to my small hometown.
Now my business is failing.
I'm hosting an artists' retreat that is more day drinking octogenarians than renowned painters.
The mean girl from art school moved into town and is trying to ruin my life.
But hey, suffering is inspirational, right? But then so is Archer. With his model good looks and muscular, tattooed chest, Archer might be the creative, maybe even crazy, idea that I desperately need to save my disaster of a life.
So I called…And immediately regretted it.
When I yelled at him later about the practical joke, he smiled that stupid hot smile. I knew I should forget I ever met Archer Svenssonâ€"knew he was just a crazy stupid idea.
But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, "Do you want to paint me nude?" well, let's just say, he awoke the starving artist in me.
In Her Pumpkin Patch - Fall. Autumn. It doesn't matter what you call it, I hate it.
I despise pumpkins, Halloween, and the overwhelming sense of dread as the cold and damp move in.
But when my new chauffeur drives up in a hearse, Halloween carols blaring, I realize there will be no escape from the holiday.
Penny is the self-proclaimed Queen of Fall.
And it's her mission to turn me into a pumpkin spice fiend.
Penny
Fall is the best time of the year! I love pumpkin spice everything, cozy scarves, and nostalgic movies. But most of all, I love Halloween.
My quaint home town of Harrogate is the perfect place to celebrate the holiday. We're the original Halloween town. We have celebrations all month!
I should be more excited, except that I'm going back to Harrogate after failing to make it as a journalist in Manhattan.
Instead of living out my dreams, I'm living in a dilapidated Victorian house with creepy identical twins, a black cat named Salem, and a snobby ghost. I also have a new temp job with a sexy, but grouchy billionaire who is determined to make me quit.
Garrett is in desperate need of some Halloween cheer. But as much as I want to take him in the back of my hearse and have my way with him (okay that's a little creepy!) I can't be distracted by his washboard abs.
I'm up to my eyeballs in debt.
The mean girl from high school is now my mean coworker and is trying to wreck my life.
My mother wants me to write a juicy tell-all about Garrett and his huge family.
Yep, I’m going to trick the cold-blooded billionaire.
I know I need to stick with the plan and weasel enough information out of my boss to write a killer article for a big payday.
But when Garrett says in that deep, sexy voice, "Nice costume."
Instead of playing a trick, I'd rather give him a treat!
Tasting Her Christmas Cookies - Winter is comingâ€"and unfortunately it's bringing Christmas with it.
I loathe the holiday. I hate holiday parties, fragrant decorations, and hokey movies. If I had my way it would be winter all year round and never Christmas.
Nothing burns like the coldâ€"except a hot oven.
That's right; against my better judgment I agreed to let The Great Christmas Bake-Off film in my tower.
And St. Nick help me but I even agreed to be a judge.
Holly
Christmas is like the perfect sugar cookieâ€"it slowly melts in your mouth, sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
I love Christmas. I love the cheerful music, the fun sweaters, and the holiday lights. Most of all I love Christmas Cookies.
A begrudging bake-off judge, I refuse to let grouchy billionaire Owen Frost hate Christmas. The man is overworked, his employees are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in Yuletide cheer. I want to stuff his stocking with sugary goodness to put him in a very festive mood.
So I dressed up as a sexy elf and gave Owen a taste of something extra special. You should have seen his eyes roll back in his head when he bit into the perfect sugar cookie!
I can't let Owen Frost be a distraction. Things are insane enough without a sexy billionaire.
My baking subscription service is in the death throes.
My Christmas-ruining step sister is trying to sabotage me in the bake-off.
I'm being stalked by elves on the shelf come to life.
Ok that last one is a little weird, but welcome to my disaster of a life.
I need to win The Great Christmas Bake-Off to pay of my debts and launch my baking career. Sleeping with one of the judges is going to ruin my chance for a merry Christmas. Owen with his washboard abs and big Christmas package is a bad idea. It's best to keep that all wrapped under the tree.
But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, "Can I have another taste of your Christmas cookies?" Well, let's just say I'm unwrapping one particular Christmas present early!
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Eating her Christmas Cookies - Jack
In my perfect world it would always be winter and never Christmas.I despise the holiday. I hate carols, shopping, and pretending to be a perfect family.I walked away from my family, or rather they walked away from me.My heart is like iceâ€"See it creeping up the walls.Oh, wait, no, that’s royal icing.I never should have allowed the Great Christmas Bake-Off to film in my tower.And I never, ever, should have agreed to be a judge
Chloe
I love Christmas! I love sparkly window decorations, heartwarming holiday movies, and themed coffee.Most of all I love Christmas baking.Even though his company is sponsoring the bake-off show, billionaire Jack Frost claims he hates sweets.But after he tastes my goods I know he'll come begging for more.And wouldn't you know it, that night Jack Frost asked me to come up to his penthouse and give him a special taste of my Christmas cookies.Against my better judgement I went…I baked him my signature gingerbread cookies and of course he ate them up!It should have been a Christmas miracle, but Jack Frost couldn't have come into my life at a worse time.Not only am I broke, but this was my first Christmas after my Oma died.Someone is trying to sabotage me in the Great Christmas Bake-Off.I'm being stalked by a mall Santa.Sleeping with one of the judges is a disaster waiting to happen. I needed Jack and his washboard abs about as much as I needed that third sticky bun. But when he says in his deep, sexy voice, "Can you make me some more cookies?" well stick a candy cane in me I'm done.
After His Peonies - Hunter
Rules are meant to be broken. Except for oneâ€"Women can't get enough peonies. Even the girl in front of me in line is admiring the peonies in my hand.While I need these particular flowers for my latest plot, I'll still give Meghan the biggest, thickest bouquet I can find.It's flattering how much she wants my peoniesâ€"And I don't mind personally delivering.
Meghan
I love rules. They make life simple.One rule I have for my future boyfriend? Fresh flowers every week.The hot guy behind me in line had a gorgeous bouquet. He was perfect boyfriend material…Until Mr. Perfect broke the unwritten rule of New York City lunch hour and found a devious way to cut the line.He took my spot, making me late for a meeting, and then had the audacity to hand me his peonies as he waltzed out with what should have been my sandwich!A wink and flowers from a handsome guy won't fix my disaster of a life.My career as a lawyer is failing before it even started.I live in a tiny, crumbling apartment.I have to deal with my obnoxious supervisor who seems intent on taking Hunter's peonies for herselfExcept that his peonies (and other flowers) are mine.They were delivered to my desk at work!Bouquet aside, Hunter breaks all my rules. I know I should ignore him. I know it's going to be an epic disaster.But when he shows up at my door shirtless, with another excessive bouquet, well, I have to say screw the rules; I want his peonies and the rest of him too!
In Her Candy Jar - Mace
Discipline is what separates the successful from the fakers.I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulatedâ€"that includes no candy.Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel.Josie is a walking disaster and some sort of sugar addict.And she's determined to turn me into a fiend for her candy.
Josie
Routines are the enemy of life. I live to be spontaneous.My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar.It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can't believe he thought it was inappropriate!I feel sorry for the guy. His little brothers are miserable, his PowerPoints are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in joy. And candy.Thought if I'm being honest, I could use a little more discipline. My YOLO, fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants philosophy already sent my life into a tailspin.It cost me the entirety of my life savings.I'm living in a dilapidated tiny house that’s trying to kill me.I regularly eat chocolate chips and boxed wine for dinner.In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn't a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing, accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minute before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either. I can tell I'm a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we're alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite…Because once he has a taste, he's going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar!
On His Paintbrush- When I first laid eyes on the curvy brunette, she made me a drink then said I made her wet
I couldn’t pass up the invitation.
I wanted her to paint me like one of her French boys.
Before I walked out of her dinky small town café, I left my card, all black.
I'll show herâ€"this billionaire can be very creative.
I am, after all, quite a talented finger painter!
Hazel
I turn weird and awkward around attractive men. I'm a nervous sweater, and when Archer walked into my art café that night, he was making me soaking wet. He was stupidly attractiveâ€"which caused me to go into excruciating detail about my sweating problem, insult what he had under his fig leaf, and imply I was running a brothel.
But he left his card, so I couldn’t have been all bad.
I needed the ego boost. My career as an artist was a joke. I was desperately trying to live the #bossbabe life after I couldn't hack it as an artist in New York City and moved back to my small hometown.
Now my business is failing.
I'm hosting an artists' retreat that is more day drinking octogenarians than renowned painters.
The mean girl from art school moved into town and is trying to ruin my life.
But hey, suffering is inspirational, right? But then so is Archer. With his model good looks and muscular, tattooed chest, Archer might be the creative, maybe even crazy, idea that I desperately need to save my disaster of a life.
So I called…And immediately regretted it.
When I yelled at him later about the practical joke, he smiled that stupid hot smile. I knew I should forget I ever met Archer Svenssonâ€"knew he was just a crazy stupid idea.
But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, "Do you want to paint me nude?" well, let's just say, he awoke the starving artist in me.
In Her Pumpkin Patch - Fall. Autumn. It doesn't matter what you call it, I hate it.
I despise pumpkins, Halloween, and the overwhelming sense of dread as the cold and damp move in.
But when my new chauffeur drives up in a hearse, Halloween carols blaring, I realize there will be no escape from the holiday.
Penny is the self-proclaimed Queen of Fall.
And it's her mission to turn me into a pumpkin spice fiend.
Penny
Fall is the best time of the year! I love pumpkin spice everything, cozy scarves, and nostalgic movies. But most of all, I love Halloween.
My quaint home town of Harrogate is the perfect place to celebrate the holiday. We're the original Halloween town. We have celebrations all month!
I should be more excited, except that I'm going back to Harrogate after failing to make it as a journalist in Manhattan.
Instead of living out my dreams, I'm living in a dilapidated Victorian house with creepy identical twins, a black cat named Salem, and a snobby ghost. I also have a new temp job with a sexy, but grouchy billionaire who is determined to make me quit.
Garrett is in desperate need of some Halloween cheer. But as much as I want to take him in the back of my hearse and have my way with him (okay that's a little creepy!) I can't be distracted by his washboard abs.
I'm up to my eyeballs in debt.
The mean girl from high school is now my mean coworker and is trying to wreck my life.
My mother wants me to write a juicy tell-all about Garrett and his huge family.
Yep, I’m going to trick the cold-blooded billionaire.
I know I need to stick with the plan and weasel enough information out of my boss to write a killer article for a big payday.
But when Garrett says in that deep, sexy voice, "Nice costume."
Instead of playing a trick, I'd rather give him a treat!
Tasting Her Christmas Cookies - Winter is comingâ€"and unfortunately it's bringing Christmas with it.
I loathe the holiday. I hate holiday parties, fragrant decorations, and hokey movies. If I had my way it would be winter all year round and never Christmas.
Nothing burns like the coldâ€"except a hot oven.
That's right; against my better judgment I agreed to let The Great Christmas Bake-Off film in my tower.
And St. Nick help me but I even agreed to be a judge.
Holly
Christmas is like the perfect sugar cookieâ€"it slowly melts in your mouth, sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
I love Christmas. I love the cheerful music, the fun sweaters, and the holiday lights. Most of all I love Christmas Cookies.
A begrudging bake-off judge, I refuse to let grouchy billionaire Owen Frost hate Christmas. The man is overworked, his employees are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in Yuletide cheer. I want to stuff his stocking with sugary goodness to put him in a very festive mood.
So I dressed up as a sexy elf and gave Owen a taste of something extra special. You should have seen his eyes roll back in his head when he bit into the perfect sugar cookie!
I can't let Owen Frost be a distraction. Things are insane enough without a sexy billionaire.
My baking subscription service is in the death throes.
My Christmas-ruining step sister is trying to sabotage me in the bake-off.
I'm being stalked by elves on the shelf come to life.
Ok that last one is a little weird, but welcome to my disaster of a life.
I need to win The Great Christmas Bake-Off to pay of my debts and launch my baking career. Sleeping with one of the judges is going to ruin my chance for a merry Christmas. Owen with his washboard abs and big Christmas package is a bad idea. It's best to keep that all wrapped under the tree.
But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, "Can I have another taste of your Christmas cookies?" Well, let's just say I'm unwrapping one particular Christmas present early!
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