Santa baby, slip an Englishman under the tree for me…
When I received a letter in the mail explaining that I had inherited my great-aunt’s estate in England, I thought it was a scam. That kind of stuff only happens in the movies, and last I checked, I was not the main character in Hallmark’s latest flick.
But it was real. And something possessed me to say yes.
Six months later, I’m boarding a flight to England, ready and anxious to get my new life started.
What I didn’t expect was to land mid-snowstorm, or to find a handsome, older man waiting for me at baggage claim. He’s tall, rugged, and drives an ancient Rover that looks like it’s seen better days.
And because of said storm, we’re now stuck together in my new home. Snowed in for the foreseeable future.
Then there’s the chemistry we have, which neither one of us seems too eager to ignore.
Hell, maybe I am the main character after all…
