A Festive Feud (Strawberry Hollow, #2)

by Maren Moore

Even I can’t deny that the man is unfairly attractive. Even if I want to hit him with my car.

She’s more than beautiful. She’s the kind of beautiful that sucks out all the air in a room the moment she enters.

I also don’t know how it’s physically possible for me to be around this man for longer than thirty seconds without wanting to rip his clothes off while simultaneously wanting to punch him right in his smug face.

Fuck, as much as I pretend to hate this girl, I want her. Badly.

Mistle-No

I feel like I’ve got a neon sign over my head that says, “I had the best sex of my life with a man I sometimes want to murder,” and it’s following me around everywhere I go.

She looks fucking cute. And cute has never really been my thing, but then again, neither is sleeping with the enemy, yet here we are.

“Gosh, you’re both so cute. I can’t even handle it.” Menaces. Both of them.