But Aiden? He was just impossible not to love. What I mean is I want a nice guy in real life, and I love them toxic in fiction. I am not generally a reader that likes nice guys. Whoopsy.Īiden is the quintessential nice guy I never knew I wanted. Oh and he may have forgotten to mention that he happens to be the namesake and owner of the store. And naturally he invites her to interview for the window design job. Naturally, she tells the bow tie wearing handsome stranger making idle small talk with her on the street how she feels. Stella recently moved to NY after serving her sentence and stumbles upon an atrocious holiday window display. Permission granted, I reach down and yank up her skirt. Stella nods, letting her head tip back and hit the wall. But we’re still in fall, and I made due with a nice cup of tea and a blanket that I enjoyed with a giant goofy grin on my face, because THIS BOOK. This was one of the cutest holiday romances I’ve read and the perfect book to cuddle up on the couch with on a cold and snowy night. Oh did I forget to mention that he still has Tessa’s signature dirty talking side? Because holy ovaries, batman! I’m obsessed! Now we’re throwing a dirty streak into the mix? Good grief. A man who has a few demons lurking but is innately good at his core.
He’s a wholesome rule follower who believes the best in people. I really thought I had a read on this man. This is the story I never knew I needed but now I have no idea how I lived without it.Ī reverse sunshine/grump trope with a grumpy with an ex convict heroine and a sunshine, Christmas loving and bow tie wearing hero? I.
Or at least knows how to read body language. I’m not what one would refer to as approachable. And when we lose the battle with temptation, I’ll try and remember I’m just window shopping. I’ll put my heart and soul into dressing his holiday windows. Now I’m working for that man, trying to ignore that he’s hot.īut as a down on her luck girl with a difficult past, I know an opportunity when I see one-and I have to make it last. He asks for a better idea with a twinkle in his eye.ĭid I know he owned the place? No.
It’s a tragedy in tinsel, I say, unable to lie. I’m standing alone in front of the famous Vivant department store, when a charming man named Two weeks before Christmas and all through Manhattan, shop windows are decorated in red and green satin. A sizzling, standalone, feel-good holiday romance from Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author of It Happened One Summer.
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