It wasn't even my idea.

This rodeo cowboy was minding his own damn business being Grumpy Claus.

I hate Christmas.

I didn't want to spend Christmas week at The Fox Lodge.

But my sister insisted.

She also insisted on the innocent mistletoe kiss.

Now I'm shacking up in a private suite with my sister's best friend.

Only, there's not supposed to be any shacking.

No knocking boots behind closed doors.

We're fake-dating, not hooking up.

But one kiss isn't enough.

A touch takes us too far.

And now we're having a Christmas fling that I never want to end.

I'm a champion bull-rider who takes what he wants.

And I want my sister's best friend.