A Christmas Spark An Enemies to Lover's Christmas Romance

Snowed in at a cabin with the most infuriating man in the world. I may take my chances with the wolves...When my best friend found out I'd be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week stay in her family's cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard, and found it already occupied. By an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs. Even though it had been ten years since I'd last seen Chase, he had no problem picking up exactly where we left off. I had a big problem with it.It didn't matter what he threw at me--the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after...the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone.Unfortunately, I'm beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone...you get sparks. Lots of them.