I came to Whisper Vale to get my life back.
After my divorce, I needed a project. A reset. Something that wasn't a marriage I'd watched fall apart in slow motion. So I bought a fixer-upper cabin sight unseen, hired a moving truck, and drove three hundred miles with my elderly cat and a bottle of cheap wine in the cup holder.
The cabin needed work. I knew that. What I did not know was that my next-door neighbor was a six-foot-three lumberjack named Briggs Holloway who took one look at my sagging porch and said, "That's gonna kill someone."
He wasn't wrong. I almost fell through it day one.
He caught me. Of course he caught me.
Briggs runs a Christmas tree farm on the property next to mine. He's grumpy, gorgeous, and apparently genetically incapable of letting me struggle alone. My porch needs replacing. He shows up with lumber. My pipes burst. He fixes them. My cat escapes. He spends two hours in the woods with a flashlight calling for "Princess Buttercup."
I told myself I came here to be alone. To rebuild.
But every time I trip over a loose floorboard, Briggs is in my kitchen the next morning with coffee and a drill. Every time I cry at 2 AM about my failed marriage, his porch light is on like he knows I'm awake. Every time I tell him I don't need a man to fix things for me, he says, "I know. I'm not fixing things. I'm fixing things for you."
I came here to find myself.
I think I might be finding him instead.
Oops.
Oops I Fell For The Lumberjack Next Door is a steamy small-town romance featuring a quiet Christmas tree farmer, the divorcée who moved in next door to start over, and the dangerous magic of a porch light always on. Guaranteed HEA with no cheating.
Genre: Romance
After my divorce, I needed a project. A reset. Something that wasn't a marriage I'd watched fall apart in slow motion. So I bought a fixer-upper cabin sight unseen, hired a moving truck, and drove three hundred miles with my elderly cat and a bottle of cheap wine in the cup holder.
The cabin needed work. I knew that. What I did not know was that my next-door neighbor was a six-foot-three lumberjack named Briggs Holloway who took one look at my sagging porch and said, "That's gonna kill someone."
He wasn't wrong. I almost fell through it day one.
He caught me. Of course he caught me.
Briggs runs a Christmas tree farm on the property next to mine. He's grumpy, gorgeous, and apparently genetically incapable of letting me struggle alone. My porch needs replacing. He shows up with lumber. My pipes burst. He fixes them. My cat escapes. He spends two hours in the woods with a flashlight calling for "Princess Buttercup."
I told myself I came here to be alone. To rebuild.
But every time I trip over a loose floorboard, Briggs is in my kitchen the next morning with coffee and a drill. Every time I cry at 2 AM about my failed marriage, his porch light is on like he knows I'm awake. Every time I tell him I don't need a man to fix things for me, he says, "I know. I'm not fixing things. I'm fixing things for you."
I came here to find myself.
I think I might be finding him instead.
Oops.
Oops I Fell For The Lumberjack Next Door is a steamy small-town romance featuring a quiet Christmas tree farmer, the divorcée who moved in next door to start over, and the dangerous magic of a porch light always on. Guaranteed HEA with no cheating.
Genre: Romance