It's Christmas in Twilight, Texas. The Cookie Club is baking, the town is decorated, and Delta Force Operator "Hutch" Hutchinson has finally, reluctantly, returned home - only to get pepper sprayed by the delicious- looking stranger who's taken over his house. She says her name is Jane, and she immediately sets down ground rules. Top priority: no touching. For Hutch that isn't easy - he was wounded in action, but one part is still working very well.

After a night of champagne-fueled recklessness, Katie Crosby is secretly pregnant with the child of big-time businessman Peter Logan. And when their covert hookup becomes major tabloid fodder, Katie escapes to her family's remote Wyoming ranch, hoping the whole ordeal will blow over and Peter will never find her. Unfortunately, Peter shows up at the ranch anyway, not accepting Katie's silence…and a blizzard snows them both in, forcing Peter to stay.

Headlined by the legendary storyteller Diana Palmer, this Christmas, the best kind of trouble comes in threes: Three bestselling authors. Three stories of holiday romance. And three rugged cowboys who are ready for love—whether they know it yet or not. 

Lily Daltry was the shy gardener's daughter who had nothing in common with the five siblings who lived in the castle on Kingman Ranch. Especially Stetson, a bully who enjoyed making her life miserable. Her only reprieve was spending time in the garden with her beloved mother. After her mother passes away, Lily leaves for England where she strives to get over her grief. But when her father gets injured, Lily must return to the Kingman Ranch and face the sad memories of her mother . . . and the bullying brute of her past. Stetson now runs the ranch and has no desire for Lily to be his guest.

Cousins Tabby and Ellie Mae are due for a change. Running their aunt’s beachfront bed-and-breakfast in Sandcastle, Texas, is just the thing to shake things up…though their lives spin out of control in more ways than one when a hurricane barrels into the coastline. It’s a miracle it didn’t carry them off to Kansas. Not so lucky are the assisted-living center and a small eclectic group of local folks who take shelter with the cousins.