Kyle Miller is a best-selling author of children’s mysteries. For the first time in his career, he has writer’s block. Nothing is more important to him than his writing career, and he hates Christmas. He is the Grinch of Christmas Street (this is the actual name of the street he lives – dumb, huh?)
Then, one day, a snowman gives him an idea for his story. Incidentally, he ends up destroying it, not knowing that it belonged to his attractive, new neighbor. Lexi couldn’t believe that she lived next door to Kyle Miller, her kids’ favorite author. She also didn’t realize how rude he could be. Yes, he was also handsome, but she doesn’t need another man. She should stick with her mantra: “Safe, secure, and single.”
If Lexi was the new Martha Stewart, then you don’t want her anywhere near your house on holidays. She’d make everything into a decoration. I don’t know why Kyle let her talk him into it. And $500 for Christmas decorations!? Are you kidding me? And all for a woman? Could Kyle be any stupid?
And Lexi thinking she can “bring a family together at Christmas”? Phooey!
Overall, this was a nice, clean romance. It was like any Hallmark movie special…at Christmas. Bah, Humbug!
My rating: 2 stars