Blame It On the Carols

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When my music career took off six years ago, I had to leave my small-town life and the man I was in love with behind. But when my mom called, asking for my help, I couldn't say no. Singing was what I loved, and helping the Sugarplum Sweethearts win the local caroling competition would be an honor. I could sneak in, spend some time with my mother, then get back to LA to prepare for my upcoming world tour. What I didn't expect was to have an obsessed fan show up. Safety was the number one priority, and everyone assured me that I would be safer staying with Aiden—the former love of my life and current object of my heart's affection. But just because I would be physically safe didn't mean my heart wasn't in danger. It was clinging to old memories and holding onto hope for a future that wasn't an option for us. With each day that passed, I felt myself falling more and more. I was on a steep and slippery slope that I couldn't afford to go down. Loving and