Log Cabin Christmas
(2026)(A book in the Mountain Man's Naughty List series)
A novel by Deidre-Ann Anderson
She thinks I'm the nice one.
That's the thing about living in a log cabin in the mountains and volunteering at the town Christmas drive every year. People see the beard, the flannel, the way I help old Mrs. Patterson carry her groceries, and they think they know me.
They don't.
The woman who just moved into the cabin down the ridge? The one who brought me banana bread and introduced herself with a handshake that lingered three seconds too long? She definitely doesn't know me.
But she's about to find out.
Because she just asked me to help her hang Christmas lights on her cabin. Which means I'm standing on her porch in the cold, stringing lights along her roofline, trying not to stare at her through the window where she's dancing to Christmas music in an oversized sweater and not much else.
I should go home. I should mind my business and let the nice-neighbor act speak for itself.
Instead I knock on her door and ask if she needs help with anything else.
The way she looks at me when she opens that door tells me she knows I'm not asking about light bulbs.
She lets me in anyway.
Every bad thing I've ever wanted to do, every dark, hungry, consuming thought I've buried under flannel and good manners? She pulls them out of me like she's unwrapping Christmas presents.
And she likes what she finds.
The Mountain Man's Naughty List is a Christmas neighbors-to-lovers romance featuring a mountain man who's done being good, a heroine who likes him better when he's bad, holiday cabin vibes, slow-burn that erupts over string lights and stolen glances, a "nice guy" with a very naughty side, and the kind of explosive Christmas chemistry that makes you forget about the cold. Steamy to scorching. Guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romance
That's the thing about living in a log cabin in the mountains and volunteering at the town Christmas drive every year. People see the beard, the flannel, the way I help old Mrs. Patterson carry her groceries, and they think they know me.
They don't.
The woman who just moved into the cabin down the ridge? The one who brought me banana bread and introduced herself with a handshake that lingered three seconds too long? She definitely doesn't know me.
But she's about to find out.
Because she just asked me to help her hang Christmas lights on her cabin. Which means I'm standing on her porch in the cold, stringing lights along her roofline, trying not to stare at her through the window where she's dancing to Christmas music in an oversized sweater and not much else.
I should go home. I should mind my business and let the nice-neighbor act speak for itself.
Instead I knock on her door and ask if she needs help with anything else.
The way she looks at me when she opens that door tells me she knows I'm not asking about light bulbs.
She lets me in anyway.
Every bad thing I've ever wanted to do, every dark, hungry, consuming thought I've buried under flannel and good manners? She pulls them out of me like she's unwrapping Christmas presents.
And she likes what she finds.
The Mountain Man's Naughty List is a Christmas neighbors-to-lovers romance featuring a mountain man who's done being good, a heroine who likes him better when he's bad, holiday cabin vibes, slow-burn that erupts over string lights and stolen glances, a "nice guy" with a very naughty side, and the kind of explosive Christmas chemistry that makes you forget about the cold. Steamy to scorching. Guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romance