It’s the most terrible time of the year... Whitney Rayne hates absolutely everything about Christmas...except the sizzling kiss she shared with a captivating stranger at a holiday party last year. The memory of that kiss has gotten her through a lot of cold, lonely nights. Mostly, though, Whitney’s been focused on growing her business as a real estate photographer, so she’s thrilled to get a last-minute job photographing a luxurious Vermont vacation home. But there’s a catch: the listing agent is Liza Snow, the woman Whitney hasn’t stopped thinking about since she kissed her. Liza has her own reasons for disliking the holidays, reasons that led her to Vermont two days before Christmas to oversee the listing for her boss’s vacation home. She’s intensely uncomfortable once she realizes she’s accidentally hired the woman she shared a rare moment of abandon with at a party last year, especially since the chemistry between them still burns as bright as the festive decorations covering every inch of the vacation home. When a tree falls across the driveway, stranding them in Vermont with a snowstorm on the way, things quickly heat up inside the house, even as the weather worsens outside. By the time the roads are cleared, they might learn to love the holiday—and each other. ’Tis the damn season, after all.