by kyle | Nov 28, 2018 | Fiction
Hi friends, I hope your fall season is fragrant with crisp, falling leaves and apple cider. I hope winter is magical, with twinkling lights and promises of hope and redemption. So, what’s better than roasting chestnuts on an open fire? Curling up with a Christmas romance. But One December only starts at Christmas . . . and ends the following Christmas. I’d like to take you on a vicarious trip to Paris. But FIRST, you need to meet Mike and Nikki, who get back together One December after three...
