The Sugarplum Fairy Free online reading

Alaska has it all: it's charming, spacious, and a glorious 3,000 miles away from my overbearing family.

Acclimating to the unyielding, harsh winters is supposed to be my biggest hurdle. Moving to a small town, settling in, and discovering myself anew are supposed to be my focus.

Unfortunately for me, once I arrive, I will have a new king-sized mattress to move on by myself. Oh, did I mention that I purchased food but overlooked buying a single pot or pan? I also inadvertently made the wrong assumption regarding the adorable little bakery in town.

How was I supposed to know the gorgeous, tall, blonde, well-muscled man whose shirt threatened to burst at the seams from his bulging biceps was actually the Sugarplum Fairy, aka the town’s baker?

But when the former army Viking god is everywhere I turn—always with a kind and helpful offer—my resolve crumbles like a pie crust.

Especially when Zac takes me on an unconventional date that ends with me pinned under his stormy gray eyes. And his lips slanted against my own.

The desire and need between us is more decadent than anything Zac bakes. And a hell of a lot more delicious.

I finally feel like I belong. Like I’ve found home. But as beautiful as that notion is, it doesn’t last.

With the busiest time of the year quickly approaching, I can’t fathom the idea of not spending it with Zac.

I might just need to concoct a Christmas miracle to show him how sweet things can be.