Astrid I forgot to tell my family I wrote a novel. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal. Then a big name movie star raved about it and suddenly my face is splashed across morning talk shows, and producers are offering me millions for film rights. Enter Robert ‘Robbie’ Huynh — America’s rom-com heartthrob. He’s tall, dark, handsome, and Australian. He’s like all my weaknesses rolled into one delicious package. He’s also the one who started this mess, and he wants my film rights. He wants them real bad. So we strike a deal; I’ll sign the contract if he gives me full creative license. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Only this Christmas contract? It’s got all the strings attached. Robbie I’m in a rut. An acting rut. Being typecast as the romantic lead is getting old real fast. I want action, adventure, mystery. I want Astrid Larsson’s film rights. And I’m not above using a little Aussie charm to get it. Only Astrid’s not at all what I expected. For a woman who writes crime thrillers, I expected someone hard, seasoned, rough. She’s the exact opposite, and she’s getting under my skin — big time. I need to keep my head in the game. After all, this Christmas, all I really want is… Astrid?! Warning: This book is inspired by Christmas movies, true crime podcasts, and a crisp Aussie accent. So, get thee a man, some mistletoe, and settle in — this read will have you jingling all the way to the bedroom.