Working Blurb:I don’t have time to fall in love.
I barely have time to breathe.
Between relocating my family law practice from Chicago, building a new house while I live with my sister's family, and raising my infant grandson, I'm operating beyond my limits. The last thing I need is more complication.
Then Elise Novac walks back into Colson Creek.
She’s more than I remembered—breathtaking, intelligent, composed, and completely impossible to ignore. I should keep my distance while she goes through an ugly, very public divorce.
Elise didn’t come home for a fresh start. She came because she ran out of options. Her husband is powerful, relentless, and very much done pretending he’ll let her go. And even though he lives in New York, his reach extends all the way to Colson Creek, Minnesota.
So I make her an offer.
A job. A place to stay. A way to buy some time and put her life back together while she figures out her next chapter.
She says yes—but with rules.
There are lines she'll never allow me to cross, and no matter how much I want her, she refuses to blur them.
In Colson Creek, nothing stays private for long. Not secrets. Not desires. Not the kind of past that follows you home.
I barely have time to breathe.
Between relocating my family law practice from Chicago, building a new house while I live with my sister's family, and raising my infant grandson, I'm operating beyond my limits. The last thing I need is more complication.
Then Elise Novac walks back into Colson Creek.
She’s more than I remembered—breathtaking, intelligent, composed, and completely impossible to ignore. I should keep my distance while she goes through an ugly, very public divorce.
Elise didn’t come home for a fresh start. She came because she ran out of options. Her husband is powerful, relentless, and very much done pretending he’ll let her go. And even though he lives in New York, his reach extends all the way to Colson Creek, Minnesota.
So I make her an offer.
A job. A place to stay. A way to buy some time and put her life back together while she figures out her next chapter.
She says yes—but with rules.
There are lines she'll never allow me to cross, and no matter how much I want her, she refuses to blur them.
In Colson Creek, nothing stays private for long. Not secrets. Not desires. Not the kind of past that follows you home.