A Grandal Christmas — Christin Lovell

SavannahJaded? Who me? No. I wasn't jaded. I was scarred from a series of bad dates with men I still wished I could sucker punch, even though I knew that wouldn't make me the better person. Okay, so maybe I was a little bitter, but more than anything, I was disappointed. Who didn't want to be swept off their feet by love into a beautiful romance that was strong enough to last a lifetime? I wanted it, but I didn't trust myself given my muddy track record. So, I dutifully gave up on dating, and men, and potential disasters with everyone. And I was happy enough in my little bubble...until I decided to get my first real Christmas tree, nearly had a catastrophe with it in my driveway, and he came to my rescue.And ladies, he is Grandal Harvey, and he has me all effed up.GrandalAfter so many years of looking and coming up empty handed, I'd given up on ever finding my true mate – the one woman who could bring balance and peace to my bear and me. It was a random act of kindness that led me right to her, but I couldn't say I was ready for her. I'd had years to prepare for her – too many years, yet I still wasn't there.But I damn sure wanted to be. Savannah Bristal was everything I wanted and more – extra curvy and extra sweet. I wanted to get past my own BS to make it work with her.They say this is the most magical season of the year, and I definitely needed some magic, because I would never forgive myself if I lost the true mate I'd been waiting decades for.