Season's Schemings (Cyclones Christmas, #1)

by Katie Bailey

I take in the unique celery-green tint of her eyes. The stick-straight light brown hair. The freckles dancing over the bridge of her button nose…

Gigachad.

I still watch those shows. Usually reruns late at night as I’m drifting off to sleep. Not because they’re boring, but because they’re soothing. Familiar. They remind me of the people I love that I haven’t seen in way too long.

wanted to put love on like a sweater, feel it all over my skin and snuggle up into the warmth and security of it.

Any longer and I’m sure we’ll both want to electrocute ourselves with the Christmas lights.” “Sounds like a festive way to go.” I grin. “The festivest.”

And I find myself almost bursting to say something. Talk to her. Thank her. For making this look believable… But also for being so damn easy to pretend to be in love with.

couch with Rick Astley the dog breathing meatily all over me at 5am

the guys burst into the kitchen in a sudden cacophony of yells and shouts and whoops. Seriously, when these men travel as a pack, there’s no describing the decibel level they operate at.

but these little pieces of her, scattered like confetti around my apartment, feel nice and homey.

To make a certain someone in the crowd proud that she’s wearing my damn name on her back.

it’s gonna be one of Hallmark’s very best.” “I wouldn’t expect anything less. But there had better be a big city girl who is desperate to change her ways after visiting a small town for the holidays and meeting the local lumberjack, or I’m going to revolt.” She rolls her eyes with a smile. “Dur, that’s all of them. You’re safe.”

peer at the girl, who has her hands on her hips and is squaring up to Seb like he’s a ballerina and not a hulking hockey player. “She seems like a feisty little thing.”

“You look at her like my daddy looks at my mommy. And they’re super happy together. So, I’m going to go with yes. She is lucky to be married to you.”

“The first person to spot the pickle-shaped ornament in the Christmas tree gets the first gift on Christmas morning, and will be rewarded with good fortune in the year to come!”

while Maddie’s looks like… her. It captures who she is—interesting and unique and sparkly and cool, all at once.

“No. Your reflexes are too slow, boy.” Dot chuckles. “Sebastian beat you. He may have gotten there second with Maddie, but he was first with the pickle, that’s for sure.

But clearly, he has never tried Revenge Marriage (trademark pending). Which is a shame, because I ten out of ten recommend it. It’s very soothing for the jilted romantic’s soul.

Somewhere in the far, far distance, Dot applauds. “Now, THEY would get a sign that says ‘Live, Laugh, Love.’”

“Say sorry to the families of elk in the woods whose eyes you’ve scarred with your rampant floozying,”

My proper, real life, main character Sandra Bullock moment… Finally.