Merry Knight is pretty busy these days. She’s taking care of her family, baking cookies, decorating for the holidays, and hoping to stay out of the crosshairs of her stressed and by-the-book boss at the consulting firm where she temps. Her own social life is the last thing she has in mind, much less a man. Without her knowledge, Merry’s well-meaning mom and brother create an online dating profile for her—minus her photo—and the matches start rolling in. Initially, Merry is incredulous, but she reluctantly decides to give it a whirl. 

     Soon Merry finds herself chatting with a charming stranger, a man with similar interests and an unmistakably kind soul. Their online exchanges become the brightest part of her day. But meeting face-to-face is altogether different, and her special friend is the last person Merry expects—or desires. Still, sometimes hearts can see what our eyes cannot. In this satisfying seasonal tale, unanticipated love is only a click away.

     I’ve completely had it with men. I’m done.

     And in case you were wondering, book boyfriends aren’t real. I should know because I write them.

     My name is Greer Hanson. I think I’ve lost my mojo. After having my heart broken, I can’t seem to write about romance or love. When my best friend and publisher recommends an inspiration vacation, I decide to give it a whirl. What’s the worst that could happen?

     Enter the perfect stranger. Patrick Fisher knocks me off my feet with his rugged good looks and charm. After one night with him, the words begin to flow. Since I know I’ll never see him again, I use him as my muse. But what do I do when my fantasy comes to life and that man steps right out of the pages of my book? 

     Book Boyfriends can’t be real. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Am I willing to risk having my heart broken all over again?

     Maybe this time reality will be better than fiction. 

"You beat up a boxer for me," Delilah said as people passed them, blinking as if she could hardly believe it.

He'd be affronted if he could believe it either. "You promised to still be impressed if I get arrested for you?"

The corners of her mouth curled upward, that impish, too-damn-sexy grin of hers forming at a slow, delicious pace. She sashayed forward in the line, looking at him over her shoulder in what could only be called sinful temptation. "I always did have a secret thing for bad boys."