A Kiss of Winter — Michelle Love

I'm a wealthy skeptic, chasing ghosts with my lush ex-wife.Our marriage tanked young, and back then, I couldn't light her fire. We land in a cozy bed and breakfast, hunting a holiday riddle with mistletoe that won't quit. She's all curves and sass, stirring up old sparks, but I'm not the believer here. A flirty local swoops in, kissing her under that damn plant, and I'm burning alive. It's comedy and chaos—our past flops haunting us, her untouched desire pulling me in.Older and seasoned now, I can satisfy her, and I want her back, bad. Screw the mystery—I'm claiming her this Christmas.