When Rory Edwards wakes up in a strange room in a strange town just a week before Christmas, the only thing she's sure of is... Well, nothing. And Drew, the man just as lost as her, is no help; a self-proclaimed champion of everything Christmas, Drew's Santa-hat-over-heels in love with the very holiday Rory has hated all her life. That's about as bad as you can get in her books. Then something happens that nobody had expected. Before she knows it, Rory finds herself face-to-face with her greatest fear, and ironically enough it is Drew who must bring her out of the darkness. This is the story of Rory's Christmas, of how a pessimist met an optimist and decided that maybe the world isn't so bad after all.

It was Rory’s Grandma that made the two predictions; the day of her own death, and the day Rory would die. Nobody really takes Grandma seriously – that is, until she suddenly passes away on the exact date she’s predicted. In a fit of panic, Rory decides to embark on a bizarre, crazed mission to live life to the full. Together with her friends, she throws the rulebook out of the window and tastes what the world has to offer; excessively wild nights, malicious revenge plans, and arrogant, beautiful boys. Rory thinks she has nothing to lose. But her family is slowly starting to crumble, and her friends are getting sick of her reckless attitude. There’s only so long she can party before the terror of her deathday rolls around. Rory has to choose between bowing out disgracefully, with her name seared into the town’s memory – or fighting the out-of-control girl she’s become before it’s too late.