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From the Riley Locke desk

A Christmas tree farm in trouble, a best friend with broad shoulders, and one small lie to a travel influencer, and B.K. Borison's 2021 debut built the cosiest corner of the modern seasonal shelf out of exactly these materials. The desk went in expecting sugar and found, under the snow, a book with unusually kind ideas about what love is for.

Stella Bloom bought her tree farm with an inheritance and a dream, and the farm is losing money in every direction that matters. Her shot at rescue is a contest run by a travel blog, best Christmas experience wins a feature and a cash prize, and in a panic she describes the farm as run by a couple. The other half of the couple, as of that sentence, is Luka, her best friend of a decade, who agrees to the performance with a readiness the book lets the reader clock several chapters before Stella does. The fake-dating framework is executed by the letter, hand-holding with witnesses, practised answers, one bed when the contest judge visits, and the desk notes for canon purposes that this is among the gentlest possible executions of the trope, deployed between two people whose only real obstacle is the fear of losing what they already have.

What we admire most is the warmth-to-conflict ratio. Borison keeps the antagonists small, weather, ledgers, one condescending bank officer, and spends the reclaimed space on texture: pine sap and hot cider, the farmhands as found family, a town that shows up. The book proceeds on the understanding that, for its intended week of reading, tenderness is the plot. Stella's history of being left, which the story handles at premise level and takes seriously, gives the sweetness a load to carry, and it carries it. The desk also commends the influencer judge, who arrives as a threat and is written as a person, a small mercy most versions of this plot refuse.

The heat, at eye level, is warm and on the page but unhurried, a slow build with a generous payoff, and the confession beats and contest outcome stay sealed, though the desk will say the grand gesture involves lights and is proportionate.

Honest notices: parental abandonment in the backstory, financial precarity throughout, conflict readers should recalibrate expectations downwards on purpose, and a series that continues through the same small town at one book per sibling-figure.

Who is this for? Fake-dating collectors completing the canon, readers who want their December book to feel like being tucked in, and anyone whose favourite character in any romance is the town. Pour the cider first; the book assumes you have.

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