Dear Santa,
Please bring me a new boss for Christmas. Mine is the worst. The worst, hidden in a six foot tall package of male perfection. It’d be easier if he looked like an old Scrooge, wouldn’t it?
Nick Saint-Croix doesn’t look like an old scrooge. He’s hot as-
Um, never mind. Just bring me a new boss. Please.
Sincerely,
Holly Winter
Jana Aston is back to her dirty, flirty best with The Boss Who Stole Christmas.
I am still fanning myself from the heat the Holly and Nick created. I liked that they didn't just fall into bed on page one, that they fought their feelings for each other until the air around them was combustible.
Their banter had me giggling as I read (who am I? I don't giggle!) and I just needed them to get together.
Even though this is a novella, there was enough growth of the characters to make it feel like a much longer book.
There is also great set up for Holly's sister Ginger's books, which I can't wait to dive into.
