I have a kiss hangover. Is that normal for a first kiss?
My love life is one big bah humbug. When a blind date goes bad, a Knight in ugly Christmas sweater armor swoops in and rescues me with a kiss in a very public way.
That wouldn't be a problem except Pierre plays for the team my father coaches and has a reputation for being the biggest flirt on ice. If you ask me, all hockey players belong in the penalty box.
Except, I wouldn't object to a second kiss or lessons. Dare I say Pierre is a pro? Could have something to do with him being French Canadian. However, his rescue PDA lands him in trouble with the team.
We make an agreement: he teaches me how to kiss and I play the role of the girl he can't get over. For those of you not up against the glass, he pretends to be falling over his skates for me and I pretend to hate him so my dad doesn't get sus.
Then a winter storm leaves us stranded and it's up to us to help save the Christmas Market. Seems like our game of fake-it is turning into a make-out. I mean make-it.
But what'll happen when the holidays are over and we go back to our real lives? I don't want to land on Santa's naughty list, so I won't tell a lie. Pierre had me at that first mistletoe moment. I just hope he feels the same.
Tropes include:
•Dating the coach's daughter
•Fast-burn romance
•Reverse fake dating and fake hating
•Forced proximity
•A double meet cute
•Christmastime
This is a clean, sweet, closed door hockey romcom with lots of sweet kisses and a happily ever after. Lace up your skates and get ready to laugh, swoon, and have all the swoopy heart flutters!