The Grumpiest Elf by Jerica MacMillan

The last thing I need is to be trapped in a snowstorm with a pretty girl who can barely stand me … while I’m wearing an elf costume.

The elf thing started at birth, since my parents portray Santa and Mrs. Claus for our family business every year. You could say being an elf is in my DNA, and everyone in our small town knows me that way.
Except, I’m so tired of it.
I mean, did my mom really have to give me the elf name of Elfie Tinselbottom? Not terribly masculine, if you ask me.

To make matters worse, my very existence seems to piss off the newest elf—a gorgeous girl named Lydia who’s just moved to Arcadian Falls. She’s as sunshiny and filled with Christmas cheer as everyone else—except when she’s with me. I seem to make her as frosty as an icicle.
But an off-site party and a snowstorm traps us alone at the event space. How are we going to survive a whole night stuck together?

Will I be able to break through the cold exterior she keeps up only around me? Or will I be doomed to be Santa’s grumpiest elf forever?