If you have ever been sitting by your Christmas tree, drinking eggnog and listening to Christmas music like “Frosty the Snowman” and thought, “This song would make a great paranormal romance novel” - then this is the book for you.

Our heroine Megan is a widow, spending Christmas alone in a cabin, thinking about how her husband died on Christmas in a car accident getting her eggnog.

And that’s why you shouldn’t drink eggnog - also it’s disgusting.

She builds a snowman family, as one does, and then realizes she’s all alone and cries on the snowman. And little does she know that her tears will bring the snowman to life.

He goes by Owen Winters, although I called him Frosty the whole time and will continue to do so. Frosty is a god of winter, sent by Megan’s husband to help her move on. He’s super sexy of course.



Oh yeah...

Frosty is silly and funny and sweet, as one would expect from a snowman come to life who only eats ice cream. This was a straightforward romance with little drama. It’s funny and free if you want a silly book to read around the holidays.