There’s something so tender about two people rediscovering themselves and letting someone in during the most magical time of year. A beautiful, heartfelt holiday romance that left me smiling and misty-eyed.

This one wrapped me up like a warm blanket and handed me hot cocoa with extra whipped cream. Amy is the kind of woman you root for instantly, Harrison is unexpectedly tender, and the two of them share the kind of slow-burn intimacy that makes your chest ache in the best way. The banter is warm, the chemistry soft and golden, and the emotional beats hit like snowfall, gentle but sure. All in all, Julia London gives us a Christmas romance that feels real and quietly magical.