Falling for the Holidays by Erin Hawkins
For the Holidays #3
Holiday Romance
November 5, 2026
❄️ Holiday Romance
🍪 Small Town
❄️ Fake Dating
🍪 Single Mom
❄️ One Night Stand
🍪 He Falls First
❄️ Opposites Attract
🍪 ‘Just Casual’
❄️ Spicy RomCom
As a single mom, the holidays are chaos on another level. Working two jobs, running a cookie business, and trying to keep Christmas magical for my seven-year-old son is exhausting on a good day. So, I’m not sure why I thought I’d add dating to my never-ending to-do list.
My date is a disaster, but the charming Brit playing piano at the bar—and later flirting with me over a pool table? Not so much.
One reckless night with Beck Hargrove feels harmless.
Until I run into him the next day at my son’s Winter Fest workshop and our one-night fling becomes a lot more complicated.
Now the PTA moms think we’re together, my son is obsessed with him, and the ridiculously charming British man I was supposed to forget keeps showing up in all the worst places—my kitchen, my holiday plans, and very much in my head.
The more he helps with Winter Fest, charms everyone in Cedar Hollow, and looks at me like my messy life is something he actually wants, the harder it is to remember he won’t be staying.
But Beck is always chasing his next adventure.
And I can’t afford to fall for a man who’s only here for the holidays, no matter how much he’s starting to feel like he belongs.
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EXCERPT:
“You,” I say, keeping my voice pitched low. “You’re the tech guy?” Beck leans next to the glass case with the display of Cedar Hollow’s history. “Guilty. Small town, big coincidence.” His smile tilts. “Hi, Lottie.” My name in his mouth does things it shouldn’t. I cross my arms tighter to cover my hard nipples. “Let’s recap. Last night was a one-time thing.” He tsks. “Who said that? You?” He looks entertained. “Because if you didn’t have a good time—” “I didn’t say—” “I have notes.” He pats his pocket like he’s about to produce them. “Your breathy pants. Your slickness. The way you were clenching my cock—” “Beck!” I slap a hand over his mouth so fast I nearly sprain something. “Do not say that here.” His eyes dance with amusement while his lips curve against my palm, warm and teasing. Then, he peels my fingers away, gently. “Why not?” he murmurs, voice dropping low, and wicked. “It’s true. God, Lottie, I’m still thinking about you gripping me. I swear I can feel you if I stand still long enough. And Oliver was right about your cookies, but they aren’t the only thing I want to eat every day.” Heat rockets through me. I take a deliberate step back like distance can fix the surge of desire rushing through me. “I’m a mom,” I say, crisp. “I don’t have time for…this.” “For orgasms?” His eyebrows lift. “For you,” I snap, then sigh because his grin says he knows I don’t mean it the way it sounds. “For messy. For complicated. I work two jobs. Oliver has school and hockey and now this festival project. I do everything.” His face softens; the teasing doesn’t vanish, but it shifts. “Maybe if you asked for help.” “Asked for help,” I echo. “That’s adorable.” “It’s practical.” “Beck.”
Meet Erin Hawkins:
Erin Hawkins is the author of steamy romantic comedy novels full of humor and spice. She lives in Colorado with her husband, three children, and mini Bernedoodle, Scout. She enjoys reading, working out, spending time in the mountains, watching reality TV, and brunch that lasts all day.
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