Holiday Hunk Series by Sarah Spade

A ghost falling in love with a mortal? It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus… Dani So, I think my apartment is haunted. No. Really. Spooky things have been happening to me ever since I moved in last year. At first, I ignored them. Later, I got used to the idea that I shared my place with a ghost. I even called him Casper. We got along just fine. Until a sexy hunk showed up the night before Halloween and told me that his name wasn’t Casper--it was Zack... moreA ghost falling in love with a mortal? It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus… Dani So, I think my apartment is haunted. No. Really. Spooky things have been happening to me ever since I moved in last year. At first, I ignored them. Later, I got used to the idea that I shared my place with a ghost. I even called him Casper. We got along just fine. Until a sexy hunk showed up the night before Halloween and told me that his name wasn’t Casper--it was Zack. And that, on All Hallow’s Eve, certain ghosts sometimes have the power to cross over into the human world. Which he did, because he loves me. Okay then. Zack I’m in love. The only problem? She’s alive. And me? I’m kinda not. At least, I’m not on every day except for October 31st. Because on Halloween? Anything goes. I want Dani. And even if it’s only for the one night when ghosts can cross over to the living world, I’ll take what I can get. Because I love a mortal, and it’s not just hocus pocus. *** Dani Williams doesn’t believe in ghosts. But this Halloween, after a year of watching over and falling in love with his mortal houseguest, Zack Banks is ready to prove that this particular ghost might just believe in her. This sweet Halloween treat is chock full of insta-love, over-the-top Halloween magic, and enough Hocus Pocus nods to make you cackle like a sexy witch in between moaning for more. A Sarah Spade HEA guaranteed! less

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next day you… stomped it into a million pieces and left town without a backward glance. Jerk. Allison I know that’s not how the song goes. But, for me, that’s exactly what happened. I met the man of my dreams on Christmas Eve. We shared one magical night of passion and I thought—well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Because, Christmas morning, he left me under the mistletoe and I never heard from him again... moreLast Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next day you… stomped it into a million pieces and left town without a backward glance. Jerk. Allison I know that’s not how the song goes. But, for me, that’s exactly what happened. I met the man of my dreams on Christmas Eve. We shared one magical night of passion and I thought—well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Because, Christmas morning, he left me under the mistletoe and I never heard from him again. Until he shows up at my office’s Christmas party almost a year to the day later. And I discover that not only did I not know my mystery lover’s true name, I never knew his identity, either. The one night stand I had last Christmas? He’s one of the partners for the firm I work for. So he’s my boss. Even worse? He’s my best friend’s brother. Max It’s tough running a company. There’s no time for anything—and that includes falling in love. I haven’t been in a relationship in over a decade. It never used to bother me, though. And then I met her. With long legs, bright green eyes, and a body built for sin, I abandoned my “no distractions” policy and had my wicked way with her for the night. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wanted more than that—but an emergency call had me on the first flight out of Salem. By the time I could return to search out my Christmas lover, I realized that the number she gave me was fake. The name I moaned? Its not hers. I don’t know why that bothers me so much considering I lied about my own. Now she wants nothing to do with me. I don’t blame her. Doesn’t mean that I’m going back to California without a fight.
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This Christmas is the second book in the Holiday Hunk series and a companion to Halloween Boo. Coming to your e-readers in December 2018. less

What are you doing New Year's Eve? For Tristan Bloom, the answer to the question is: it all depends. He was supposed to spend the days leading up to the new year checking in on his partner, following up on some business, and deciding what he wanted to do about his father’s offer. Then he met her… Tristan I don’t know what’s worse: knowing that my old flame is suddenly engaged, or that my best friend and business partner is about to be... moreWhat are you doing New Year's Eve? For Tristan Bloom, the answer to the question is: it all depends. He was supposed to spend the days leading up to the new year checking in on his partner, following up on some business, and deciding what he wanted to do about his father’s offer. Then he met her… Tristan I don’t know what’s worse: knowing that my old flame is suddenly engaged, or that my best friend and business partner is about to be. I mean, seriously? What is it about Salem, Massachusetts? I swear, it’s like Cupid has moved in among all the witches or something. I’m determined not to get sucked in. My goal is to make sure Max is doing okay, check out Dani’s new fiancé, and then head back to California as single as I was when I arrived. So I fly across the country just in time for Christmas Eve—and the Christmas party that our Salem branch is throwing for our employees. At least, I thought it was our party. Who knew that the venue had two rented halls? I should’ve thought something was weird when they handed me a mask, or when I didn’t recognize anyone at the party. Despite the costumes and the masks, I should’ve at least been able to find Max or Dani. I didn’t, but I found her. I was drawn to her immediately. Couldn’t stay away. We danced together, laughed together, and I even stole a kiss when I steered her beneath a sprig of mistletoe. Then midnight struck, my Cinderella panicked, and she was gone. I have one week until I have to return to California and face my father. Until then, I plan on spending every minute I have searching for that girl. Lindy It was my cousin’s idea. Sheila knew how much this last year sucked for me. I flunked out of school in April, my fiancé dumped me in September, and the store I managed went bankrupt and closed down right before the holidays. To say I was in a funk was putting it mildly. Christmas was one emotional train wreck after the other. I just wanted to lock myself in my room, drown in chocolate, and pretend that this past year never happened. I had no plans for Christmas Eve. I was avoiding my family—except for Sheila. That woman is impossible to dodge and I know ‘cause I tried. Instead, I let her talk me into crashing a party that the company she worked for was catering. It was a crazy Christmas masquerade with all the guests wearing masks.No one would know who I was, and if I found a man under the mistletoe… well, why not? One problem. I did find a stranger under the mistletoe. And the kiss he gave me? Wow. So why did I bolt from the party before I could even give him my name? Beside the obvious fact that I wasn’t even invited to it? Because I’m Lindy Walsh. And, no matter what I touch—or who I kiss—I’ll inevitably screw it up. I always do. Auld Lang Mine is the third novella in the Holiday Hunk series. A sweet and sexy Cinderella-style romance with pushy cousins, a masquerade, and a heroine who might disappear at the stroke of midnight if the hero doesn't find her first. A Sarah Spade HEA guaranteed! less

The infamous matchmaker meets his match! Cole I’m a cupid. See the little ‘c’? It means that being a cupid is just my job, a way to earn a paycheck instead of riding a desk nine to five like every other guy. The benefits are great: I make my own schedule so long as I hit my quota, the company provides the magic arrow and my very own wings, and I get to watch people fall in love all the time. It’s awesome. Okay, so maybe the gig has made me a little sappy. I can’t help it... moreThe infamous matchmaker meets his match! Cole I’m a cupid. See the little ‘c’? It means that being a cupid is just my job, a way to earn a paycheck instead of riding a desk nine to five like every other guy. The benefits are great: I make my own schedule so long as I hit my quota, the company provides the magic arrow and my very own wings, and I get to watch people fall in love all the time. It’s awesome. Okay, so maybe the gig has made me a little sappy. I can’t help it. It’s one of the dangers of being a cupid. That, and you start hoping that maybe there’s a perfect match for you out there somewhere. I’ll never know, of course. Because that’s the one thing you give up when you take on the magic—a cupid arrow isn’t made to work on us. We make the matches, but we’re never in any of them. All that changes on New Year’s Eve. I had just finished up my last match of the year when this woman appears out of nowhere and I accidentally poke myself with one of my own arrows. It disappears, even though it isn’t supposed to, and I’m so surprised that I try to take off. And that’s when I realize that I lost my wings. Sheila The night I see him running away from my cousin’s backyard, I think he’s a prowler. Or maybe a perv. I never expect he would turn out to be Cupid! And, okay, maybe I shouldn’t have followed him. He could’ve been some kind of a whack job—at first, I kind of already peg him as one—but I chase after him because why not? I have my mace in one hand, my car keys in the other, and I figure I can take him.At the very least, I can warn him about sneaking peeks in my cousin’s window. I find him down the block, staring at his empty hands and awkwardly trying to flap away. He looks so horrified, I don’t have the heart to mace him for being a creep. That’s when he drops the bomb. He tells me that he’s Cupid and I actually believe him. I mean, it’s crazy and he’s probably laughing at how gullible I am, but I want to believe. After seeing how fast my cousin found love again, I love the idea that there’s Cupid out there making love matches. Except this one’s kind of broken. Somehow, while I was chasing after him, he pricked himself with one of his arrows and now he’s lost all of his Cupid mojo. So now we’re on a journey from Salem to Philly in the hopes that I can help Cole get his wings back. He can’t fly, and I have a car, so why not? He’s made it very clear that Cupid makes people fall in love with his magic arrows, but he’s immune. He literally can’t love anyone else while on the job. Only one problem. He might not be able to fall in love. Me? I’m already halfway there. less

Maddie See a penny, pick it up.  All day long you’ll have good luck— As if. When I find the weird golden coin during a trip into Boston, I pick it up and stick it in my pocket.  I don’t think anything of it until the dark-haired, green-eyed stranger knocks on my car door window and tells me it was his.  He actually has the nerve to suggest that I stole it from him! Me?  Seriously? I give it back to him and drive off, heading back to Salem in time to feed my twin torties their nighttime meal... moreMaddie See a penny, pick it up.  All day long you’ll have good luck— As if. When I find the weird golden coin during a trip into Boston, I pick it up and stick it in my pocket.  I don’t think anything of it until the dark-haired, green-eyed stranger knocks on my car door window and tells me it was his.  He actually has the nerve to suggest that I stole it from him! Me?  Seriously? I give it back to him and drive off, heading back to Salem in time to feed my twin torties their nighttime meal.  He was handsome, but rude, and I refuse to give him another thought… until my front doorbell rings and, suddenly, there he is. I think he’s some kind of creepy stalker.  The truth, however, is much worse. He’s a… a leprechaun.  Honest. The coin I found?  It was his amulet. By finding it and giving it back, I supposedly triggered some weird rule that says that he owes me three wishes.  And, with a stubborn set to his hard jaw, determination in his gaze, he refuses to leave until he’s granted all three of them. Now if only I could wish that he would disappear. Or that I really meant it when I told him I wanted him to go... Killian Leprechauns are supposed to have all the luck.  But I’m not a full-blooded leprechaun—I’m only half.  And the half that I am is one hell of an unlucky schmuck.   Nothing goes my way.  Ever. I’ve gotten used to it.  I’ve given up hoping that it’ll ever change, or that some of my dad’s magic will rub off on me.  In fact, I’ve turned my back on my heritage. I got a job working at an Irish pub in Boston—okay, so maybe I do like to torture myself  a bit—and decided to give up the tiny amount of magic I had. Until the morning I lost my amulet. I might not be a full-blooded leprechaun, but there are some laws I do have to obey.  I have my own pot of gold hidden in my apartment, I wear a red coat—go Sox!—and if I’m captured, or my amulet is stolen, I owe the wily human who messed me three wishes. Enter Madison Scott.  Blonde hair, baby blues, and a stick so far up her butt, it’ll be my pleasure to yank it out.  I might have to grant her wishes—but there’s no rule saying how I have to do that. Only one problem, though.  Remember the whole unlucky schmuck thing?  Right from the first wish, something goes wrong.  The magic won’t let me leave until the wishes are done, and Madison doesn’t want me to stay.  Too bad for her, though. She’s stuck with me. And after a couple of days with her, there’s nowhere else I want to be. Getting Lucky is the fifth novella in the Holiday Hunk series. An enemies to lovers romance with a sexy Irishman, an uptight caterer, two cats who think they run the show, plus a whole lot of mischief and magic. A Sarah Spade HEA guaranteed! Holiday Hunk Series Halloween Boo This ChristmasAuld Lang Mine I'm With CupidGetting Lucky *coming March 22nd less

When sparks fly, it's all too easy to be burned... Felicity It seemed like the perfect job. My old high school was in need of an art teacher. I studied art in college.They were desperate.  I start in September. Of course, that meant I had to leave my adopted city, trading New Jersey for Salem—even after I swore I would never return. Knowing I would need the summer to prepare, I moved back at the end of June, trying hard not to remember why I chose to stay away these last five years... moreWhen sparks fly, it's all too easy to be burned... Felicity It seemed like the perfect job. My old high school was in need of an art teacher. I studied art in college.They were desperate.  I start in September. Of course, that meant I had to leave my adopted city, trading New Jersey for Salem—even after I swore I would never return. Knowing I would need the summer to prepare, I moved back at the end of June, trying hard not to remember why I chose to stay away these last five years. Emile Banks. My high school sweetheart. The boy I used to love before he insisted on a “break” when I moved away to college. The man I can’t stop picturing naked now that we met again at Salem High's Fourth of July celebration. Ugh. Did he have to grow into such a gorgeous guy? Because he is.  He's absolutely delicious and I've been starving for a long, long time. But I promised myself years ago that I would never get mixed up with Emile again.  The past was where it belonged—behind me. Only, it’s kind of hard to believe that when he’s standing in front of me, offering me the only thing I ever wanted. Him. Emile Felicity Houston was the one who got away. My if only.  My I really screwed that one up. Our split was mutual. When high school ended and Felicity got accepted to a college in New Jersey while I stayed in Salem, we decided to break things off. We were high school sweethearts, each other’s firsts in everything that counted, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to see what else was out there. I was a stupid kid who was thinking with the wrong head because, within months of my first semester, I insisted the break become permanent. By the time I realized that there was no one out there that I wanted more than Felicity, she’d already given up on me. She had moved on and she made it very clear that I needed to do the same. I promised I would—and that’s when my brother got hit by a bus. Zack was in a coma for two years. My love life got put on hold, I barely scraped by to earn my degree, and I spent all of my time keeping my family from falling apart. It was a miracle when Zack finally came out of his coma. It was an even bigger shock when he announced he was getting married within a month of leaving the rehab center. And it was a wake-up call that life can be over in an instant.If I want something?I have to go after it and take it. Suddenly, after five years, Felicity is back in Salem. She got away from me once. This summer, I’m going to do everything I can to make her mine again. When Sparks Fly is the sixth and final entry in the Holiday Hunk series. It’s a steamy contemporary novella with enough fireworks to light up the Fourth of July! A second chance romance with a determined hero, a wary heroine, a cop with a very poor sense of timing, plus a very interesting trip to the summer movies.  It's also a companion to Halloween Boo. The hero of this book is the brother of that one and some of the details referenced in this one are from that story. less