Camille's a wee bit concerned Santa's been slipping something into his cocoa. He must be. All she did was ask him for a little help in finding her perfect someone. But what did he do? He sailed into town, opened a bakery, and has himself a heart attack getting frisky with her grandma instead. Worse, he dragged along his grandson, Alex--a pompous, dorky accountant who dons polyester dress socks. The very same dork who just got her fired from the library.

She never asked to be stuck pitching in at the bakery. She never asked to be framed for stealing, her grandma dumping Santa over it, or the bakery business tanking. And she never, ever wanted to grow weak in the knees every time she’s alone with Alex, especially since it isn’t from low blood sugar.

But some serious serendipity happened. So now Camille has to clear her name, play Cupid to the grandparents, and turn business at the shop around, all while falling in love with the most deliciously imperfect someone. It’s not going to be easy, though. It’s just, those polyester socks are proving really hard to look past.