Christmas Sparkle

Static cling is not your friend. Especially not on a first almost-meeting.

I notice him the moment I walk into the restaurant. Gorgeous. The kind of good-looking that makes you want to look your absolute best — which is unfortunate timing.

Then something brushes my leg as I pass his table, and my horror is instant. Because I assume he touched me.

Except he didn't. What he does is drop a napkin on my table. With a sparkly pair of children's underwear inside.

I want to crawl under the table and stay there forever.

Instead, Javi introduces himself. And somehow — impossibly — this becomes a love story.

He lives in San Antonio. I'm in Austin. But every weekend, without fail, he drives up to see me.

Christmas Sparkle is a sweet, closed-door holiday novella — proof that static cling, sparkly children's underwear, and a complete stranger can somehow add up to a love story. If you loved Christmas Love, you already know the Bella comes by her chaos honestly. It runs in the family.