The daughter of a runaway Christmas Elf. The son of Santa Claus. A whole lot of Christmas Magic. What could go wrong?
Ivy Winters
As the head elf at Santa’s Christmasland, I never expected to be butting heads with the new executive—or going on a date with him. But when he asked me to go home with him for Christmas, I surprised myself by saying yes.
Oh, and he’s from the North Pole.
And apparently, I’m an elf.
Teddy Claus
Training to take over the family business was no small undertaking, but for the last few years, I’d been working my way up through the ranks, mastering each branch of our enterprise.
But everything was different when I arrived at our Christmas themed amusement park and met her.
Maybe that was why I invited her home with me for Christmas.
It felt like I’d been searching my whole life for something, and I’d finally found it.
Maybe, what I’d needed all along was Ivy by my side.
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