She grow pumpkins. I fell pines.
A truckload of runaway pumpkins nearly put a woman through my windshield. I picked them off the road, hauled her back to her farm, and told myself that was the end of it.
I'm a lumberjack by trade. I came to Lone Mountain for the work and the quiet, and I built a life where nobody asks me for more than that.
Jenny Norton talks too much, laughs too loud, and doesn't know how to take no for an answer. She's also about to lose her farm if the frost comes before her harvest does.
I know how to swing an axe. I know how to fix what's broken. What I didn't know was that one kiss would ruin me for anything else.
She's mine now and I don't walk away from what's mine.
Frost Kissed by the Lumberjack is a delightful fun read that has enough heat to keep your pumpkin spice coffee steamy.
Genre: Romance
A truckload of runaway pumpkins nearly put a woman through my windshield. I picked them off the road, hauled her back to her farm, and told myself that was the end of it.
I'm a lumberjack by trade. I came to Lone Mountain for the work and the quiet, and I built a life where nobody asks me for more than that.
Jenny Norton talks too much, laughs too loud, and doesn't know how to take no for an answer. She's also about to lose her farm if the frost comes before her harvest does.
I know how to swing an axe. I know how to fix what's broken. What I didn't know was that one kiss would ruin me for anything else.
She's mine now and I don't walk away from what's mine.
Frost Kissed by the Lumberjack is a delightful fun read that has enough heat to keep your pumpkin spice coffee steamy.
Genre: Romance