Merry Wishful Hearts

“Grow it back!” I shouted.

“The beard?” He scraped a hand across his oh-so-smooth jawline. And chiseled. Did I mention sawblades, razors, and other sharp things? They had nothing on that jaw.

“Yes,” I said. “The beard. The pajamas.”

He sat up, his mouth crooking in the corner, and rested his elbows on his knees. That pose did nothing to help my racing pulse.

“You can’t grow pajamas, sweetheart.”

“You know what I mean. Grow it back. Grow it all back.”

He rose from the beanbag, and his presence filled the room more than usual. I didn’t know where to look. He was handsome. So handsome. Where did all the handsome come from?

“No,” he said so confidently. “What if I like the new me?”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, no?”

“No.”

He stepped closer to me, tapping his chin and smirking. “You know what? I think you do. I think I make you uncomfortable. It’s fun having you not be able to take your eyes off me.”

I sneered, rolling my eyes. “Get over yourself.”

“You know, I wonder what else you won’t be able to take off me. Want to give it a try?”

There was the non-flirty flirting again. He was real. He was hitting on me!

I couldn’t go there. I tried to keep things chill and go back to how casual and comfortable they’d always been.

“Yeah, well, that shirt will be the first thing to go. The tie, too.”

He tugged it loose and then opened his arms to me. “Have at it, then.”

Fuming and embarrassed and way too intrigued, I reached for the nearest throw pillow on my bed and chucked it at him. Ziggy ducked in a tennis player kind of way and laughed like this was all a fun game.

“Get out of here.” I pointed to my open bedroom door.

“No way. I live here.”

“No, you don’t. My roommate is scrappy and scruffy. He wears pajama pants and never shaves, but he does keep himself clean and smelling good.”

“Is that what it’ll take to get you to believe it’s me? Okay, then, smell me.”

“I’m not smelling you.”

“Then look into my eyes.”

I remembered the moment we’d shared, the one where I’d realized his eyes were green. That moment had powered through at full blast, and the idea of reliving it was all too appealing. Like Belle’s It is you! moment when the Beast transformed.

“That’s dangerous,” I said.

“Why?”

He moved into my space, and as soon as he did, it wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. 

Read on to see what happens in Merry Wishful Hearts by bestselling author Catelyn Meadows!

Find out why readers say: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This is the perfect romance book to put you in the holiday spirit. It has some sweet characters and a magnificent storyline that has you feeling like a part of this story. If I had a magic wand, I would make this into a movie because it’s AMAZING. " 

"Brimming with festive spirit, music-magic, and heartfelt reconciliation, it’s a sweet finale to the series." - A  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Reader

MAIN TROPES:

☑️ Sisters Finding Reconciliation

☑️ Falling For Your Roommate

☑️ Small Town

☑️ Matchmaking Radio

☑️ Snowed In for Christmas

☑️ Sizzle Without Spice

"A warm, magical Christmas tale where Annabelle, Maggie, and the inn’s famous radio bring healing, humor, and second chances."  - A  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Reader