Here's Avery Cockburn's "The Christmas Curse."
["Martin Gibson is cursed. Ever since a childhood clash with a Christmas elf, the holiday has brought bad luck to Martin and his nearest and dearest. In a desperate attempt to avoid the Curse, he leaves his beloved Scotland and travels to America for a Christmas utterly alone.
Anthony Bello is adrift. Fired from his job as a TV weatherman, he’s returned to West Virginia to be caretaker for his family’s vacation rental properties. When a hot Scot with an unlucky—and unlikely—story checks into one of the tiny homes he oversees, Anthony is more than smitten. Now he has a thrilling new project: help Martin break the Curse for good.
Will a wild winter storm let Martin and Anthony’s attraction build into something real, or will it trigger the most cursed Christmas yet? And when Martin’s transatlantic escape is over, can they bear to walk away with nothing but memories?"]
Contrary to what I assumed, the Christmas elf was not a real elf (or fae), but a part-time, minimum-wage mall Christmas elf. Which is less magical but more hilarious.
These two were instant love. They just had a connection and an understanding. They were each looking (even if unconsciously) for a new start, a new direction. Enter holiday romance. There was a whole Hallmark-y scene and everything (and a ton of meddling family).
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