Treated to a Mountain Man

Her candy isn’t the only thing he wants to taste this Halloween…

CINN:
Opening my candy shop in Woodbridge Falls was supposed to be my sweet new start. Winning the Halloween candy competition could finally put me on the map—if I can get my hands on the one ingredient that makes my grandmother’s recipe shine. Trouble is, the only man who makes the syrup I need is a grumpy mountain recluse with shoulders as broad as his scowl. My solution? Show up on his doorstep and dare him to say no.

SAWYER:
The last thing I need is a candy maker barging into my sugar grove. But Cinnamon Moretti isn’t just any candy maker—she’s stubborn, curvy, and far too tempting to ignore. When she agrees to work the harvest herself, I can’t look away. She’s sticky fingers, sharp wit, and heat I never saw coming. I thought I was protecting my family’s legacy. Now I’m just trying not to lose my heart.