Run, Run Rudolph (Fairy Godmothers and Other Fiascos #2)

Christmas is the best time of the year…except when you accidentally hit Rudolph with your car.

I’ve had a year. I’ve moved back home. Given my ex a second chance. (And failed.) And now I’m slowly caving like a wedding cake left out in the rain under my mother’s pressure to hurry up and marry. Someone. Anyone. Before all the good ones are gone.

Small town living at its best, right?

Well, one good man isn’t gone yet. Unfortunately, this hunky veterinarian has a county-wide fan group blowing up his phone with fake animal emergencies. Oh, and Haden’s also my ex-boyfriend’s older brother.

Totally...

Christmas is the best time of the year…except when you accidentally hit Rudolph with your car.

I’ve had a year. I’ve moved back home. Given my ex a second chance. (And failed.) And now I’m slowly caving like a wedding cake left out in the rain under my mother’s pressure to hurry up and marry. Someone. Anyone. Before all the good ones are gone.

Small town living at its best, right?

Well, one good man isn’t gone yet. Unfortunately, this hunky veterinarian has a county-wide fan group blowing up his phone with fake animal emergencies. Oh, and Haden’s also my ex-boyfriend’s older brother.

Totally off limits.

But when I run over Rudolph—totally not my fault as he was out playing reindeer games before his big night of guiding Santa’s sleigh through a huge Canadian blizzard—Haden is the only one I can think to call.

But will he be able to see Rudolph’s nose, too? Or will he think I’m as crazy as the rabid women leading his fan group? And what will happen to us both when we interact (*cough, cough* and kinda interfere *cough, cough*) with the magical world just before its most important date of the year?

A small town, age gap, ex-boyfriend’s brother, Christmas romance that is a romantic comedy, and also paranormal (ish), but don’t forget it’s also a sweet, closed door romance that’s also light romantasy. Whew. Yeah. It’s got all the things. And also set in Canada, eh? So grab your toque* and let’s read!

* Toque (n: toock): A warm knitted cap in Canadian speak. You know…a toque so you don’t freeze your noggin.