She moved in next door with lights, cookies, and chaos.
And I hate all three.
I came to this cabin to write. To mourn. To be alone. What I didn’t plan on was a stunning, cinnamon-scented hurricane of a woman turning my silent retreat into a peppermint-slicked nightmare.
She’s loud. She’s festive. She’s building gingerbread universes while I’m trying to build a eulogy.
But every time she hums, I stop typing. Every time she smiles, I lose a paragraph. And when she puts that damn mistletoe over my door, I lose my mind.
I told myself I’d ignore her.
Now I’m editing her manuscript just to keep her close.
She thinks I’m her grumpy neighbor. What she doesn’t know is—I’m writing a love story. And every line ends with her name.
She didn’t just break my writer’s block.
She rewrote the ending — and made sure it was us.
Read on for holiday banter, creative surrender, slow-burn obsession, and a classically handsome grump who edits with his hands and his mouth. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
And I hate all three.
I came to this cabin to write. To mourn. To be alone. What I didn’t plan on was a stunning, cinnamon-scented hurricane of a woman turning my silent retreat into a peppermint-slicked nightmare.
She’s loud. She’s festive. She’s building gingerbread universes while I’m trying to build a eulogy.
But every time she hums, I stop typing. Every time she smiles, I lose a paragraph. And when she puts that damn mistletoe over my door, I lose my mind.
I told myself I’d ignore her.
Now I’m editing her manuscript just to keep her close.
She thinks I’m her grumpy neighbor. What she doesn’t know is—I’m writing a love story. And every line ends with her name.
She didn’t just break my writer’s block.
She rewrote the ending — and made sure it was us.
Read on for holiday banter, creative surrender, slow-burn obsession, and a classically handsome grump who edits with his hands and his mouth. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
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