Mrs Claus wants a divorce.
And she’s hired the one lawyer who doesn’t believe in Christmas.
Somer Henshaw believes in facts. Winning arguments. And never, ever losing her head.
Then a woman in vintage clothing sweeps into her London office and files for divorce — from Santa Claus.
Now Somer is in an ice palace at the top of the world, arguing the most impossible case in legal history. She’s facing judgemental elves. A reindeer custody claim. A prenup drafted by Abraham Lincoln. North Pole jurisdiction issues no court has ever ruled on. And tinsel . . . So much tinsel!
But the real problem is Reuben Winter.
Santa’s lawyer. Ruthless. Insufferable. Built like something the North Pole ordered specially for under her tree. And undefeated across a negotiating table.
Neither will back down.
But every argument leaves them standing a little closer. Every late-night discussion gets a little too heated. And somewhere between the candy-cane negotiation and the pumpkin-spiced hot chocolate scandal, they stop pretending the tension is about the case at all.
Somer Henshaw has never lost a case.
This Christmas, she might just lose her heart.
