He’s the bane of my existence and now we’re forced to work together to organize the company’s Christmas party, but only one of us is getting a promotion out of it…
SIERRA
Every year, SPORTY throws the biggest Christmas party organized by a member of the marketing team. The reward: a hefty bonus.
My family isn’t exactly well off, so I would love to earn that bonus and bring my Grammie over from Venezuela for the holidays. We haven’t seen her in ten years and age is really starting to take its toll on her.
But I have competition, and there is no freaking way I’m letting Conor—my fiercest rival—take this opportunity away from me. Unfortunately our boss agrees, and instead of awarding the job to me (or him—ugh), he makes Conor and I work together.
CONOR
My Gramps is set on closing the hockey rink that gave wings to my dream of a professional career. After an injury ended it, I��ve made it my mission to protect the dreams of the kids who train at our rink.
To do that I need some serious cash that I can use to pay off our overdue bills, and the bonus from organizing the company Christmas party is the ticket.
But there’s one obstacle: Sierra, the woman who absolutely hates my guts. She wants this bonus as much as I do, and things get even worse when our boss dangles a possible promotion over us like it’s some nightmare version of mistletoe.
Will a little mistletoe bring these foes closer, or will the competition ruin the Christmas magic?
Mistlefoe is a standalone, dual POV, closed door Christmas romance with mild language, and heat without spice.
Tropes:
SIERRA
Every year, SPORTY throws the biggest Christmas party organized by a member of the marketing team. The reward: a hefty bonus.
My family isn’t exactly well off, so I would love to earn that bonus and bring my Grammie over from Venezuela for the holidays. We haven’t seen her in ten years and age is really starting to take its toll on her.
But I have competition, and there is no freaking way I’m letting Conor—my fiercest rival—take this opportunity away from me. Unfortunately our boss agrees, and instead of awarding the job to me (or him—ugh), he makes Conor and I work together.
CONOR
My Gramps is set on closing the hockey rink that gave wings to my dream of a professional career. After an injury ended it, I��ve made it my mission to protect the dreams of the kids who train at our rink.
To do that I need some serious cash that I can use to pay off our overdue bills, and the bonus from organizing the company Christmas party is the ticket.
But there’s one obstacle: Sierra, the woman who absolutely hates my guts. She wants this bonus as much as I do, and things get even worse when our boss dangles a possible promotion over us like it’s some nightmare version of mistletoe.
Will a little mistletoe bring these foes closer, or will the competition ruin the Christmas magic?
Mistlefoe is a standalone, dual POV, closed door Christmas romance with mild language, and heat without spice.
Tropes:
- Office rivals to lovers.
Retired hockey player hero.
Latina heroine.
Christmas party chaos.
No 3rd act breakup.
Closed door romance.
Genre: Romance