Intrigued by her fire, Julian made her a deal. If he helped her decorate the "disaster" of a tree and spent Christmas Eve helping at the soup kitchen she managed, he would overlook her late rent. If she couldn't make him "feel the magic of the season" by midnight on the 25th, she’d move out without a fight.
Stella Vance was having the worst December on record. After her radiator exploded and her boyfriend of three years decided to "find himself" in Europe, she found herself hauling a massive, shedding spruce tree up six flights of stairs alone. Halfway up, the twine snapped. The tree tumbled down the stairwell, missing a very expensive-looking pair of Italian leather loafers by an inch. Erase Una Vez En Navidad Vi Keeland & Penelop...
Stella, breathless and wearing a sweater with a caffeinated reindeer on it, didn't back down. "It was an accident! And if you had a heart, you'd help me get this to the top instead of counting your coins like Scrooge." A Holiday Wager Intrigued by her fire, Julian made her a deal
"You won the bet, Stella," he whispered, pulling her into a kiss that tasted like peppermint and forever. "I finally see the magic. It’s been standing right in front of me." Stella Vance was having the worst December on record
The loafers belonged to Julian Thorne—a man whose jawline was as sharp as his business reputation and whose holiday spirit was nonexistent. The Grinch and the Dreamer
On Christmas Eve, as the snow began to fall in heavy, silent flakes, Julian didn't hand Stella an eviction notice. Instead, he handed her a small, velvet box. Inside wasn't a ring, but a key—a key to his heart and a new lease on a life they would build together.