Summary'Tis the season to be jolly, but Jasmine Quinn is far from
happy about her mother's latest folly: her upcoming
wedding to former Wall Street financier, Sam Sterling.
Jasmine doesn't like her future stepfather, or his values.
Anybody with as much money as Sam should be spreading it
around, aiding worthy causes, making it count for
something. Instead, he seems intent on using his wealth to
embarrass her mother by throwing a ridiculously lavish
wedding. In fact, there's only one thing about Sam that
Jasmine can't help but admire, no matter how much she'd
like to----the graduate student he's hired as an intern.
Brandon Ablemarle is also finding it hard to get into the
holiday spirit. Especially since his dream job has just
become a nightmare, thanks in part to the fiery redhead
with some of the goofiest ideas he's ever heard of. But
what else can you expect from the daughter of a self-
proclaimed psychic? Marsha Quinn has a lot to answer for.
Not only has she encouraged her daughter's esoteric
craziness, she's also turned one of the most brilliant
stock analysts Wall Street had ever seen into a nutcase as
well. One who actually appears to believe that the answers
to the stock market can be found in the stars!
It's a clash of ideologies when Jasmine and Brandon get
together. Can the spirit of the season, and the spirit of
the place help them to see beyond their differences?
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