Cody Laughman, a lonely firefighter in New York City, gets a blast from the past when his late father’s lawyer approaches him with news. It has been three years since Cody’s father’s death, the family house needs to be sold. Although Cody is glad to get rid of this part of his life, there is one final thing he needs to do -- fly home to Muffin, Alaska, and make the property presentable.<br><br>He expects this to be a quick visit, just cleaning up some old memories he usually ignores. But memories are stubborn, and on top of everything else, he finds a real Christmas elf living in the attic of his house. Not a tiny fairy, but a full-grown, deliciously handsome man. He doesn’t even have pointed ears.<br><br>But can Cody open up to the possibility of finding love, when the ghost of Christmas past is still haunting him?

The Firefighter in the Snow

Muffin didn’t have an airport, just a strip of grass; a strip of snow in the winter. Skilled pilots with small planes could land there, and that was about it. Where Ms. Waterman had dug up a guy who was willing to fly from Fairbanks to Muffin in the middle of winter was beyond Cody’s comprehension; she must have big time connections.


A taxi drove him from the airstrip through the perpetual winter darkness into town.


“I’m not really a taxi driver,” the girl behind the wheel told him to break the silence.


Chapter 3