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I’m gifted in many ways, and one of them is mishearing lyrics. I’m world-class at that!
So imagine me listening to a wonderful holiday album, jamming to the songs, humming, singing along. And then there’s this song: “Baby, you got them big balls.”
Ooh, naughty. Unexpected, but we can appreciate outstanding anatomy, can’t we?
“Flashing in the window tonight.” I immediately imagine a naked man in a store window, dancing to the very tune I’m hearing. Now, this is a vision that is hard to forget.
“We get so excited when we see…” Wait. That cannot be true.
I skip to the beginning of the song to relisten. But it’s true—baby’s got them big balls.
I’d been hearing—and SINGING!—that song like this for YEARS before I happened to read the title: Big Bulbs by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings.
Bulbs. As in string lights.
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Could this grinch with his dark scowl be the light of my life?
Grace
Returning to my small hometown for a fresh start, I’m thrilled to be back in the mountains. However, my well-meaning family’s attempts to help me settle in lead to one disaster after another. The constant scrutiny from the townsfolk doesn’t help either. Determined to establish my own accounting business, I throw myself into the task with all the resolve I can muster.
I consider myself lucky when I land my first client—until I meet him. Lyle is as grumpy as they come, yet I can’t deny the pull I feel towards him.
Lyle
I hate Christmas. And it shows. With my Christmas tree farm struggling, I need help. Enter the accountant, an opinionated lover of all things holiday. Despite my best efforts to keep her at arm’s length, I can’t ignore the spark of attraction between us. An attraction I have no intention of owning up to.
This heartwarming small-town romance novella features a determined heroine chasing her dreams, a grumpy mountain man doing his best to keep her at bay, and a nosy town full of Christmas cheer—or in Lyle’s case, Christmas scowling.
PS: Just so we’re clear – Whenever I hear that song now, I still think “balls” and see that nekkid man. I don’t sing it out loud anymore, though.