<p>Writers talk a lot about the “Book of My Heart”: the story that feels deeply personal, the one you carry close.</p><p>But there’s another book, too.</p><p>The F***-It Book.</p><p>The book where you stop worrying about what’s expected, or tidy, or “on-brand.”</p><p>The book where you choose joy anyway.</p><p>Or choose whatever you need to write because you’re ready to.</p><p>Sometimes the F***-It Book and the Book of My Heart are the same book.</p><p>Sometimes they overlap.</p><p>Sometimes they’re cousins who share snacks and chaos energy.</p><p>I don’t know the exact category here.</p><p>But I know <em>Nice Guys Don&#39;t Kiss Like That At Christmas</em> is my <em>F***-It</em> Book.</p><p>The one where I say:</p><p>Yes, she had cancer.</p><p>Yes, she gets the holiday steamy rom-com.</p><p>Yes, this is still allowed to be fun and tender and ridiculous and warm.</p><p><em>Nice Guys Don’t Kiss Like That at Christmas</em> is that book for me.</p><p>And today, I want to tell you why.</p><p>Visit my website: <a href="www.elodienowodazkij.com" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferer">www.elodienowodazkij.com</a></p><p>Want a copy? Email me at: [email protected]</p><p>Otherwise, this book: <a href="https://books2read.com/NiceGuysDontKissLikeThat" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferer">https://books2read.com/NiceGuysDontKissLikeThat</a></p>