A Very Merry Mistake by Lyra Parish
This book is a Hallmark movie that slipped on ice, fell into smut, and never apologized.
Struggling Christmas tree farm. Small town named Merryville where the streets are Candy Cane Lane and the founding families are literally the Merrys, the Jollys, and the Mistletoes. The MMC is a cinnamon roll lumberjack named Jake Jolly. His dad is santa. I wish I was joking. I am not.
Billionaire real estate heiress shows up to quietly destroy the town, lies about her identity, gets trapped in a one bed cabin life situation, and falls in love in under a week. They make “no feelings” rules. Immediately develop feelings. Obviously.
Cue the messy ex girlfriend reveal, public identity exposure, dramatic breakup that could have been solved with one sentence, and the FMC fleeing town like a wounded reindeer.
She comes back. Pays all the back taxes. Becomes a billionaire officially. Opens a snow globe store because Christmas said so. Jake Jolly waits for her. Happily ever after achieved.
Is it ridiculous. Yes.
Is it aggressively festive. Also yes.
Did I inhale this gingerbread nonsense with zero shame. Absolutely.
Final thoughts. Cute as hell. Unapologetically tropey. Insta love chaos wrapped in plaid and Christmas lights.
Somebody drop me in a lumberjack’s lap and feed me mahmah’s baked goods immediately.
xoxo
