David Mason has handled some weird divorces in his twelve years as a Manhattan attorney.
But nothing prepared him for Nicholas Claus.
As in Santa Claus. Who is very real, very married, and very ready to divorce Mrs. Claus after 812 years of “irreconcilable differences.” David’s pretty sure his new client is delusional—until Klaus shows up.
Klaus Claus. Santa’s son. The 437-year-old (but looks thirty-something) heir to North Pole Enterprises who is unfairly attractive, exasperatingly earnest, and desperately needs this divorce finalized before Christmas so he can finally take over the family business without his parents bickering through every board meeting.
Between mediating disputes over reindeer custody and gingerbread recipe ownership, David’s falling for the last person he should–his client’s son. Klaus is immortal. David’s human. Klaus runs a magical toy empire. David can barely keep his houseplants alive. This should never work.
But between the ridiculous mediation sessions and late-night Chinese takeout in his office, something special is happening.
Now David just has to finalize Santa’s divorce, keep his hands off Klaus until the papers are signed, and figure out if he’s brave enough to choose happiness over safety.
No pressure. Just the fate of Christmas, his career, and his heart on the line.
A delightfully irreverent clean MM holiday rom-com about divorce, gingerbread, and believing in magic—especially the kind that happens when you least expect it.
