Warning: This is not your average Christmas romance!
This Christmas Mrs Claus wants a divorce.
And she wants Somer Henshaw to win it for her.
Somer doesn't believe in Christmas. She believes in facts. Winning arguments. And never, ever losing her head.
Then a woman in vintage clothing sweeps into her London office and files against Santa Claus.
Her demands are simple. Shared guardianship of the reindeer. A yearly allowance for life. And her immortality to end.
Now Somer is in an ice palace at the top of the world, arguing the most impossible divorce in legal history. She’s facing judgemental elves. Nine reindeer, two of whom are genuinely awful. North Pole jurisdiction issues no court has ever ruled on.
And tinsel. . . So much tinsel!
And then there’s opposing counsel.
Reuben Winter. Ruthless. Insufferable. Built like something the North Pole ordered specially for under her tree. The lawyer who has never once been beaten across a negotiating table.
Neither of them will back down. Neither of them can stop.
But every argument leaves them standing a little closer. Every negotiation gets a little too heated.
And somewhere between the candy-cane negotiation and the pumpkin-spiced hot chocolate scandal they stop pretending the tension is about the case at all.
Somer Henshaw has never lost a case.
This Christmas, she might just lose her heart