About The Cowboy’s Christmas Clain
I’m here to hang the mistletoe. Not fall for the curvy beauty under it. But nothing about this Christmas is what I expected. Especially her.
Christmas lost its magic for me years ago after my family scattered. The only thing I ask Santa for is a day off from mending fences and mucking stalls on the ranch.
Apparently, I made his Nice List because one minute I’m fixing a porch and the next, I’m looking up the long legs of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s just here to enjoy a little peace and quiet. Not a fling with a cowboy for a little holiday magic under the stars.
Yet I can’t stay away. I dream about tasting hot cocoa on her lips, and laying her out in front of the fire. Her laughter fills the cabin, her love of Christmas stirs something I thought I’d lost.
She’s magnetic, and her love of Christmas is almost contagious. But I can’t forget that she’s not staying.



















