Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Spice

Is it rational to hate my billionaire boss because he's too nice? Maybe not. However, it's definitely rational to apply to become a billionaire stranger's housewife so I can quit being a personal assistant. When—in a shocking turn of events—I encounter billionaire scarcity and learn I've signed up to become my boss's wife before Christmas, I backpedal so hard I'm liable to pull something. Shame, indeed my too-nice boss picks this moment to blackmail me.

I got over Ezra a long time ago. It was easy with us living two thousand miles apart. I sent him away the day I learned of Dad's illness. I wouldn't let my family issues stop him from getting out of this town and away from his father. Out of the blue, he's back, hired by my traitor friend and boss to design the bistro on our Christmas tree farm. The bistro I've been waiting ten long years to run. Yep, irony has decided to punch me in the gut and laugh. Again.

Paris in the fall. The Eiffel Tower, the blanket of colorful leaves on the ground of the Jardin du Luxembourg, and the picturesque cobbled streets of Montmartre. Sounds amazing, right? That's exactly what I thought when my boss offered me to come here to critique restaurants. Well, the reality is a completely different beast. There is no accordion music playing in the street, the city smells like smoke, and I have yet to see a single guy wearing a beret! This was all a lie. To top it all, I'm now a prisoner of this city because of a national strike keeping all planes on the ground.

I'm cursed and refuse to damage anyone else despite my yearning for a picture-perfect family. So when my brother asks me to organize his company's fall festival, I happily trade my lonely nights of binge-watching fitness videos for pumpkins and hay bales. Everything is going great until my brother's new employee, Dawson Reed, volunteers to assist me in planning the party. He's hotter than a bonfire and has a son as sweet as apple pie.