Rental Claus(e) (Paperback)
The last place I wanted to be for Christmas was home. I knew when my twin sister, Sera, called me and begged me to come home that it could only mean one thing. That her perfect boyfriend she met because of me turned out to be the one.
That's why she wanted everyone home spending Christmas with the family. So Bryce could finally meet me, the twin, in person. Except I was still an open wound, reeling from my own Mr. The One deciding he wanted to tap out so he could tap our neighbor in 4E. With the whole family home, there was no way in hell I was spending the week on the couch. With Sera and Mr. The One sleeping in our former shared bedroom, the lifeline to my sanity was an AirBnB--the last one available in an entire twenty-mile radius.
This year could slip on a patch of ice and land on a pile of legos. First, some chump stole my identity, then the pipes in my condo burst. Given it was the week of Christmas, there was no room at any inn, stable, or motel. Not that I could even stay if there was a vacancy since I had no credit to my name until all this identity thief b.s. sorted itself out. I would rather sleep in the snow than share my brother's house with his four kids--so I gladly jump at his wife's suggestion I stay at our rental property. It was the perfect solution except for one minor problem--a curvy little firecracker with a rental confirmation dangling from her holiday-themed manicured hand.
When a blizzard disrupts their holiday plans, the pair will soon learn they're getting much more than they bargained for