Better Not Pout

When Lacy's ten-year plan spectacularly falls apart, she's forced to pay up on a drunken bet made a decade ago with Dalton, her brother's infuriatingly hot best friend—a man she's been secretly crushing on the whole time. Now she's snowed in at a remote cabin with him and absolutely no distractions, which sounds like torture... except it kind of sounds perfect. What starts as settling a debt transforms into a steamy, undeniable connection that makes Lacy wonder if maybe her real plan was always meant to lead her here. This is the holiday getaway fantasy cranked up to eleven, complete with tension, heat, and the kind of chemistry that makes you believe in Christmas miracles.