Christmas is the best time of the year…except when you accidentally hit Rudolph with your car.
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~ Run, Run Rudolph is book 2 in Jean Oram’s series Fairy Godmothers and Other Fiascos. It can be read as a standalone. ~
Christmas is the best time of the year…except when you accidentally hit Rudolph with your car.
I’ve had a year. I’ve moved back home. Given my ex a second chance. (And failed.) And now I’m slowly caving like a wedding cake left out in the rain under my mother’s pressure to hurry up and marry. Someone. Anyone. Before all the good ones are gone.
Small town living at its best, right?
Well, one good man isn’t gone yet. Unfortunately, this hunky veterinarian has a county-wide fan group blowing up his phone with fake animal emergencies. Oh, and Haden’s also my ex-boyfriend’s older brother.
Totally off limits.
But when I run over Rudolph—totally not my fault as he was out playing reindeer games before his big night of guiding Santa’s sleigh through a huge Canadian blizzard—Haden is the only one I can think to call.
But will he be able to see Rudolph’s nose, too? Or will he think I’m as crazy as the rabid women leading his fan group? And what will happen to us both when we interact (*cough, cough* and kinda interfere *cough, cough*) with the magical world just before its most important date of the year?
A small town, age gap, ex-boyfriend’s brother, Christmas romance that is a romantic comedy, and also paranormal (ish), but don’t forget it’s also a sweet, closed door romance that’s also light romantasy. Whew. Yeah. It’s got all the things. And also set in Canada, eh? So grab your toque* and let’s read!
* Toque (n: toock): A warm knitted cap in Canadian speak. You know…a toque so you don’t freeze your noggin.
SNEAK PEEK FROM RUN, RUN RUDOLPH
By Jean Oram
©2025 Jean Oram
I supposed Haden’s sudden shakiness and stunned expression answered my question about whether or not he could see Rudolph’s blinking red nose. The eavesdropping herd of reindeer shifted above me as they peered over the edge of the stall’s half wall, eyeing each other, all of us unsure what would happen now that Rudolph had revealed his true identity.
Did Haden see Rudolph and his nose because he believed in his existence, like I did? Or was it for other reasons–magical world reasons I didn’t understand?
I just hoped our actions tonight wouldn’t get us into trouble, or mess up the space-time-continuum of Christmas. If there was such a thing.
And…Haden was freaking out. He was frozen, staring at me, the colour draining from his face. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze back to Rudolph, not blinking. He seemed to be speechless.
This was not good. We needed him sane and distracted from this crazy reality so his brain didn’t blow a precious, injured-animal-helping valve.
Sweating, I swallowed my panic and focused on finding a diversion to snap him out of it. Anything!
What did a man like Haden enjoy?
Before I realized what I was doing, I was kissing Mr. Leads Women On. I’d launched myself at him, causing him to lose his balance, and we tumbled backward into the loose straw. He wasn’t resisting, but I was aware he had his choice of pretty much any single, straight female in the small town of Eagle Ridge, as well as the surrounding county. And there was absolutely no consent or hint that being mauled by me was what he wanted. None whatsoever.
I drew back long enough to check on my victim.
His eyes met mine with wonder. “You are the weirdest, most interesting and unpredictable woman I have ever met,” he whispered.
“Merry Christmas,” I breathed, relieved he’d returned to the land of the speaking, but unsure whether what he’d said had been a compliment.
Then, before I could think about things any further, his hand slid into my hair and he guided my mouth back down to his.
Well then. Merry Christmas, indeed.
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