Frost Brothers Series by Alina Jacobs

Dear Santa, I do not want a Frost brother for Christmas. In fact I do not want anything for Christmas—no annoying Christmas carols, no holiday family drama, and no last-minute presents.And I certainly don’t want to be a bachelorette in The Great Christmas Bake-Off. Yes in the spirit of holiday commercialism, the bake-off is also a date-off and Jonathan Frost is the prize.I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end... moreDear Santa, I do not want a Frost brother for Christmas. In fact I do not want anything for Christmas—no annoying Christmas carols, no holiday family drama, and no last-minute presents.And I certainly don’t want to be a bachelorette in The Great Christmas Bake-Off. Yes in the spirit of holiday commercialism, the bake-off is also a date-off and Jonathan Frost is the prize.I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end. Instead I’m wearing a reindeer mascot costume and pretending I’m oh-so-excited to meet New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor!!! Just look at those blue eyes and six-foot-five tall frame!!! Don’t you want to take him home for the holidays?!?!!Barf.Unlike the other bachelorettes, I refused to debase myself and stroke some billionaire’s ego.Instead, I threw a candy-cane dildo at his stupidly handsome face.Then I laughed when he yelled at me.Of course Jonathan couldn’t take the hint. He came around offering to put a little frosting on my Christmas cookies.I attempted to shank him with a spatula.He got offended and said that as a judge on The Great Christmas Bake-Off, he was just trying to help.Sure…Not that I’m looking for holiday romance. Christmas is already a stressful time of the year without adding a billionaire in the mix.Between dodging bake-off sabotaging cousins, applying for a long-shot prestigious museum internship, and trying to survive being broke in Manhattan, I’m up to my black lipstick in my own special nightmare before Christmas.And it’s making me wound tighter than a nutcracker.So when Jonathan offers to put some frosting on my cookies—and a few other ornament shaped parts—his washboard abs and sexy smirk start to seem like the perfect stress relief.Especially when he offers himself all wrapped up in a bow.So no, dear Santa, I do not want Jonathan Frost, but I won’t say no to his Christmas package! Frosting Her Christmas Cookies is a standalone holiday romantic comedy. If you love Christmas baking, hilarious holiday hijinks, and a big thick Christmas stocking, then pick up this full-length, steamy romance novel! There are no cliffhangers but there is a very merry (Christmas!) ever after! less

In hindsight, opening a Christmas tree ornament shop in a small town was a terrible idea.The Thanksgiving turkey is still warm, and I’m already up to my eyeballs in debt from my failed business. To make matters worse, my knight in flannel never appeared—you know, the guy, the one who was tall, dark, and plaid, who had a friendly yellow lab and a truck and sold firewood, the one who showed the big-city heroine the true meaning of love and Christmas. Yeah, he did not come rescue me... moreIn hindsight, opening a Christmas tree ornament shop in a small town was a terrible idea.The Thanksgiving turkey is still warm, and I’m already up to my eyeballs in debt from my failed business. To make matters worse, my knight in flannel never appeared—you know, the guy, the one who was tall, dark, and plaid, who had a friendly yellow lab and a truck and sold firewood, the one who showed the big-city heroine the true meaning of love and Christmas. Yeah, he did not come rescue me. Instead, Matt Frost showed up like the Prince of Winter to yell at me about the rent I owed him. He did not feature in any of my Christmas fantasies. In fact, he was exactly the type of Christmas-hating alphahole billionaire in a suit I left Manhattan to escape. I can’t worry about him.I need to fix my life.I have to make a bunch of money before Christmas Eve or I’m a toasted marshmallow. No ornament will be left off this Christmas tree of desperation!Gambling on the Christmas raffle that lets you win either ten thousand dollars, a giant snow globe, or a snack-addicted reindeer? Spin that roulette wheel and bring it on.Moonlighting as an elf for an irate Santa? Mama’s gotta get paid.Entering in The Great Christmas Bake-Off in hopes of winning the grand prize? Fetch me my custom elf apron.I so have this bake-off wrapped, ribboned, and in my Christmas stocking. Except when I’m paired with Matt the Grinch, I see my dreams of a debt-free Christmas going up in Yule log flames. Matt Frost and I are not compatible baking partners. Especially not after he licks the frosting off my Christmas cookies while I scream.Not like that! He’s a Christmas-hating Scrooge who ruined my bake-off entry. I am not in the market for a Christmas romance.Especially not with a six-foot-five guy with ice-blue eyes and washboard abs. No, not even when he’s covered in frosting, standing in front of a decorated tree, and looking better than an edible Christmas card. Nope, not even then. ‘Tis the season for holiday romance! This is a full-length standalone holiday romantic comedy with nonstop Christmas and romance. If you love over-the-top small-town Christmas festivals, overbearing but well-meaning great-aunts, and smoking hot guys in nothing but a Santa hat who will melt the snow off the roof of your house, snuggle up with a spiked hot chocolate and get in the Christmas romance spirit! less

I might not be able to ruin his life, but I will ruin his Christmas.Yeah, I’m totally a grinch. But I come by it honestly.Because of Oliver Frost, I flamed out of college in the most humiliating way possible.Now I’m back in my small town—just in time to suffer through a display of small-town Christmas cheer so festive it will make you puke your eggnog... moreI might not be able to ruin his life, but I will ruin his Christmas.Yeah, I’m totally a grinch. But I come by it honestly.Because of Oliver Frost, I flamed out of college in the most humiliating way possible.Now I’m back in my small town—just in time to suffer through a display of small-town Christmas cheer so festive it will make you puke your eggnog. But who cares about being home for the holidays when you live with your family like a loser and have to share one bathroom with seven other people?I plan to spend my Christmas purgatory being tsked at by elderly residents and passive aggressively prodded by my mom’s friends about what I plan to do with my life.I don’t know, Deborah, work in the Christmas market and get screamed at by tourists because I didn’t put enough sprinkles on their little brats’ coffees? Seriously, who gives five-year-olds that much caffeine anyway?!See? Like I said. A grinch.I hate Christmas.I set a nativity scene on fire.Got in a fistfight with an elf—I lost, by the way.And threw a vat of Snowman Surprise all over Oliver. Don’t ask. Small-town Christmas insanity.Sleigh what? Oliver is here???The man who humiliated me and ruined my life?Ho ho ho, fuck no.He doesn’t deserve a quaint small-town Christmas or a fancy Christmas tree from my family’s farm.He should be haunted like Ebenezer Scrooge by the Ghost of Christmas Past. Or at least the Ghost of Hookups Past.Momma’s gonna have herself a very merry Christmas revenge.Swapping the salt and sugar so his Christmas cookies are ruined? Be still, my shriveled little heart.Spying on him so I can gather recon to ruin his holidate? Damn, I forgot how ripped his chest was.Sneaking down his chimney to steal all the presents under his tree? Amateur hour.Until I get caught...Guess I’m spending Christmas in jail.But when he sees I’m not wearing a bra under my ugly Christmas sweater, Oliver smiles like Santa has come early.Crap! I knew I should have worn my good underwear!Hold on to your stockings because the eggnog is spicy and mostly booze. This is a fuck-second-chances, Santa-stalker, holiday-revenge romantic comedy. Featuring Christmas-hating heroines with poor decision-making skills, ripped guys who will leave a very large package under your tree, and adorable corgis dressed up as reindeer, this standalone book has a happily ever after, guaranteed! less