The moon glimmered brightly that Seattle October night. Magical; cold, crisp and clear -- as it almost never was. Streams of miniscule princesses, pirates and even oversized vampires trekked to Savannah Wentworth’s historic estate. She would log 2,100 pieces of candy before closing the door for the last time. It was sold, the ancestral home; papers would be signed the following day. She didn’t have to pass out candy, or face curious neighbors … or make dozens of candied apples or litter the front porch with pumpkins and hay bales. But she did. Family traditions ran deep.

While that bittersweet night was an ending … a new beginning arrives with a broom, a couple of black bags, and two helping hands. Somewhat annoyed, she unknowingly meets Austin Douglass, self-made tech mogul, and the estate’s new owner.

Savannah is a member of Seattle’s old-money elite with an impeccable pedigree and business prowess … until, of course, it was swept away in the economic downturn. To settle debt, she sold everything, including the ancestral home. And Christmas is just around the corner.

Austin Douglass grew up on an Eastern Washington wheat farm. He knew two things and promised one; the hum of the combine and a sun-scorched day’s labor, and that he wouldn’t stay there. Now, in IPO preparations, he needs deep-pocket investors. Life has little prepared him for entertaining Seattle elite. Through a colleague, he meets someone who is.

Savannah is a traditionalist, Austin, a minimalist. They are polar opposites. She is losing her family estate, he is gaining one.

As the holidays brighten the city and snow falls ever so magically, as time-honored Christmas traditions are celebrated, can these two breach their differences? Journey with them and discover if there is a path leading … Home for Christmas.

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