Meet the Costa family. A bit loud. A little crazy. A whole lotta lovable! These six brothers go all in, opening a pizza parlor in a small town to help out their retired parents. They anticipate success, but they're not expecting to find love. This clean, feel-good, romantic comedy series brings laughs, friends to love, enemies to love, second chances, grumpy guys, cinnamon rolls, and a lot of sunshine despite the backdrop of winter!
No matter which way you slice it, pizza and pie are delicious, but love is complicated.
My lifelong dream is to open a pie shop in my hometown. But because I’m flat broke, to defray the liability, the leasing agent insists I go into business with what’s sure to be a pimply pizza boy.
Problem 1: He’s more like an Italian Stallion. Problem 2: That tossing action really builds the biceps. Is it hot in here? I’ll blame it on the oven. Problem 3: I knew Tommy in college and he still bakes my buns.
To reunite my family, I’m opening a pizza place. The catch is I have to share the space with a pie baker. Not going to happen. As a former fireman, I’m all about teamwork, but I’m not sharing the dough.
Problem 1: Back in college, as a joke, we made a marriage pact. Problem 2: Like a pair of responsible adults, we agreed not to mix business and pleasure. Problem 3: Ten years later, Merry is still a cutie pie.
With a flurry of orders, twelve families in need, and a pie thief on the loose, it’s hard to know if we can crust each other. Trust. That was supposed to be trust each other. I’ve got pie (and Tommy) on my mind...and heart.
Actually, those are the least of our problems. With only twelve days until Christmas, we have to prove to the building owner that we’re the best business for the spot or risk losing it to a chain coffee shop...and with all the pressure and stress, we also risk losing each other.
It’s not at all awkward when it turns out that you have to work with your blind date the next day.
Going on a date was a risk I took so I wouldn’t be alone this Christmas. He was handsome, charming, and slightly preoccupied, but in his defense, I had spinach in my teeth. (The artichoke dip appetizer was too good to pass up. We’ll pretend I wasn’t mortified when I discovered it later.)
I watched a movie where the guy fake dated a woman so he didn’t show up at the family holiday gathering single. Seemed like something worth trying. She was pretty and sweet, but slightly distracted. In her defense, she mentioned starting a new job the next day, so she gets a pass on the jitters.
Turns out last night’s date is my new boss. Let’s just say we do not get off on the right foot. Nope, a klutz in high heels, I broke his left little toe. I think. I make an executive decision and switch to my sequined Christmas elf slippers. The accident wasn’t because I swooned when I saw him in that tailored suit. Not this biz babe.
Never mind figuring out a way to force myself to stay in this small town, working together every day is proving impossible. With the Christmas party coming up, how will I manage to balance the books at my family’s pizza shop while keeping my eyes (and hands) off Santa’s top elf? Help! Save me from myself.
Would you rather be stranded in a snowstorm with Miss All-things Christmas or the Grinch?
If you ever find yourself on the run, do not, I repeat, do not drive off the road and into an icy pond. Should you have such an accident, do not wander into the woods to a chalet with a blazing fire. But if you lose feeling in your toes and go inside to warm up, do not, I repeat, do not, doze off.
I came up to the mountains to escape: myself, responsibility, and most of all women. So when I return home to find one snoozing in front of my fire, I can’t be blamed for being ticked off. Did I threaten her? Absolutely not. Did I offer her a warm meal? Probably should’ve. As for a place to stay? No way.
With a blizzard raging outside, I’m stuck with a grumpy, gruff, grouchy huntsman who hates Christmas. Who doesn’t love the most wonderful time of the year? A beast, that’s who. Although Luca would be a hot beast if he’d tame his beard.
But that’s the least of my problems. Actually, it’s one I’m determined to solve (the Christmas thing and the wild facial hair) because the actual issue is a problem for tomorrow...if there is a tomorrow, seeing as my “ex” is after me and all. Time to seize the holiday!
Just because I run a Christmas tree farm, doesn’t mean I have to put one up, trim it, or expect Santa to pop out of the chimney and deliver presents. That’s for people who have holly, jolly cheer. Who still have hope. People like the woman who appeared in my life.
Come to think of it, Ivy is kind of like Mrs. Claus, if old Saint Nick’s missus were a knockout. Haunted by ghosts of the past, I’ll need a Christmas miracle to enjoy the season. Then again, maybe the biggest gift is already sitting in my living room.
It’s just a Christmas crush. Like a gingerbread house, it can’t last forever. Right?
I got a big fat lump of coal in my stocking, and it’s not even Christmas yet. In the span of three days:
• I’m laid off from a premier architectural firm
• The guy I thought was my forever dumped me. Then again, he couldn’t eat cheese, so maybe it wasn’t meant to be. But it was better than being alone
• Oh, and I lost my apartment to a parrot (you read that right)
How I went from an in-demand globe-trotting photographer to peddling pizza at my family’s new shop may have been because:
• Women in most major European cities have officially banned me
• I have more speeding tickets in Monaco than I can count. Unfortunately, I’m only fluent in English and Italian
• Maintaining my reputation is exhausting. Though, most would argue my life is one big weekend
Not only am I down on my luck but got demoted to pizza girl. And what’s worse is I have to work with my best friend’s brother, who I’ve liked since I still had braces. But he’s a flirt, so I know to keep my expectations at rock bottom. (By the way, hello from down here!)
On the upside, the view of my pizza-flinging co-worker isn’t half bad.
The new cashier is a refreshing joy to be around. When we’re tasked with building a gingerbread house for a charity fundraiser, I find myself yearning to put down roots (and maybe even a foundation). The only problem is these French women won’t leave me alone.
But the only person I don’t want to ignore me hardly looks my way.
Christmas may be a time of miracles but getting back together won’t be one of them.
It’s my first Christmas alone. No hubby-boo. No fam. No one eating the cookies I bake. More for me, right? Well, it’s kind of lonely without my beloved boxer-boo. And I miss my parents something fierce. Also, cookies taste better when shared. When I enter a small-town pizza shop, I have a case of déjà boo.
I had it all—married to a beautiful woman, plans to start a family, and success as a boxing coach after I retired from the ring. When work took up too much of my time, it was splitz-ville. After a sudden tragedy, my brother drags me to nowhere-ville. Then I inherit two kids. Yup. I had the same reaction.
It was bad enough that my ex was more devoted to work than to me, but it turns out he has two secret (and adorable) children. What’s worse is he wants me to be their nanny. Ha! I think he took one too many blows to the head.
I don’t know who thought I’d be qualified to be a dad. But here I am and I need my ex’s help. Maybe I need her too. I don’t think I’m the only one who hopes Santa Claus is going to grant these kids their Christmas wish...for us to be a family.
Get married to save Christmas? Why not, I don’t have anything else to lose.
My Cinderella story is stuck on the part before the fairy Godmother comes to her aid. You know, when the stepmother and sisters torment her. To appease them, I work four jobs with no magical transformations or windfalls in sight, especially not in time for Christmas.
When a singing Christmas-wish-o-gram girl does her charming song and dance, I have no doubt my brothers are behind the goofy gift. I’m the baby in the family, but by no means tiny. Sure, I’m the youngest and most inexperienced when it comes to women, but I can find my own dates, thanks very much.
The guy from the pizza shop who I accompanied to the Christmas Market in town was cute, sweet, and someone I wouldn’t mind seeing again if I had time for a life of my own—and wasn’t trying to stop a vandal from ruining our town’s Winter Wonderland extravaganza.
When it turns out she’s my neighbor and her stepmother and stepsisters are shrews, I do the only sensible thing—offer to be her fake husband to free her from their clutches. Unfortunately, I’ve never kissed a woman. She’s quick to give me lessons, and I’m starting to think there’s nothing fake about this. Nothing at all.
Meet the Costa family. A bit loud. A little crazy. A whole lotta lovable! These six brothers go all in, opening a pizza parlor in a small town to help out their retired parents. They anticipate success, but they're not expecting to find love. This clean, feel-good, romantic comedy series brings laughs, love, second chances, and a lot of sunshine despite the backdrop of winter! This complete collection from USA Today bestselling author Ellie Hall includes:
Tommy & Merry and the Twelve Days of Christmas (best friend to love): No matter which way you slice it, pizza and pie are delicious, but love is complicated.
Bruno & Gloria and the Five Golden Rings (grump-sunshine): It’s not at all awkward when it turns out that you have to work with your blind date the next day.
Luca & Ivy and the Four Calling Birds (hate to love): Would you rather be stranded in a snowstorm with Miss All-things Christmas or the Grinch?
Gio & Joy and the Three French Hens (best friend's brother): It’s just a Christmas crush. Like a gingerbread house, it can’t last forever. Right?
Paulo & Noella and the Two Turtle Doves (second chance marriage): Christmas may be a time of miracles but getting back together won’t be one of them.
Nico & Hope and a Partridge in a Pear Tree (relationship of convenience): Get married to save Christmas? Why not, I don’t have anything else to lose.
AND A BONUS RECIPE that's not found in the companion cookbook!
Enjoy this collection of savory and sweet pie recipes, of the pizza and baked variety, pulled from the pages of the clean romantic comedy series The Costa Brothers Cozy Comfort Christmas books.
This cookbook contains family favorites, crowd-pleasers, and a few bonuses from the Christmas-themed romantic comedy series. Recipes range from the classic margherita pizza to the unique tiramisu pie of Tommy’s heart. You’ll also find Ivy’s Christmas cookies, a gluten-free pizza crust for Joy, and Nico’s hot chocolate bombs.
If you found your mouth watering while reading the series, now you can try your favorite recipes inspired by the books as well as read author notes not seen elsewhere.
May this cookbook bring you comfort and joy this holiday season and all year long.