âJust because I donât run around with a stupid grin on my face all day every day doesnât mean Iâm grumpy.â
Ryan Sosa, grumpy former corporate accountant, has had it up to here with surprises. He didnât see getting fired coming. And he certainly didnât anticipate flying across the country to the worldâs hippie-est, happiest, most annoying town to save his great-uncle from some mysterious emergency.
Not only is there actual snow on the ground, it also appears that elves on psychedelics have decked Blue Moonâs halls. But he doesnât have time to be snarky about the impending Winter Solstice and Multicultural Holiday Celebrationâwhatever the hell that is. Not when heâs got a farm to save, a free-range sheep that he may or may not have nudged with his stupid microscopic rental car, and some small-town veterinarian telling him she canât take the animal off his hands.
Dr. Sammy Ames has a practice to manage and a fundraising crisis to attend to. She doesnât have time to deal with a big-city grouch who doesnât remember being her first kiss ever. Especially not since he wants to dump a sheep named Stan on her. So not happening. No matter how cuteâand pantlessâRyan is when heâs drunk.
Besides, as soon as he solves his uncleâs problem, heâll be on the first flight out of Blue Moon, never to return again.
It will take a Winter Solstice Miracle or perhaps some matchmaking interference from the Beautification Committee to get these two to see eye-to-eye under the mistletoeâŚunless heâs the wrong Ryan after all.
âJust because I donât run around with a stupid grin on my face all day every day doesnât mean Iâm grumpy.â
Ryan Sosa, grumpy former corporate accountant, has had it up to here with surprises. He didnât see getting fired coming. And he certainly didnât anticipate flying across the country to the worldâs hippie-est, happiest, most annoying town to save his great-uncle from some mysterious emergency.
Not only is there actual snow on the ground, it also appears that elves on psychedelics have decked Blue Moonâs halls. But he doesnât have time to be snarky about the impending Winter Solstice and Multicultural Holiday Celebrationâwhatever the hell that is. Not when heâs got a farm to save, a free-range sheep that he may or may not have nudged with his stupid microscopic rental car, and some small-town veterinarian telling him she canât take the animal off his hands.
Dr. Sammy Ames has a practice to manage and a fundraising crisis to attend to. She doesnât have time to deal with a big-city grouch who doesnât remember being her first kiss ever. Especially not since he wants to dump a sheep named Stan on her. So not happening. No matter how cuteâand pantlessâRyan is when heâs drunk.
Besides, as soon as he solves his uncleâs problem, heâll be on the first flight out of Blue Moon, never to return again.
It will take a Winter Solstice Miracle or perhaps some matchmaking interference from the Beautification Committee to get these two to see eye-to-eye under the mistletoeâŚunless heâs the wrong Ryan after all.