Oops I Fell For The Lumberjack Next Door
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 lumberjack neighbor next door was the only six-foot-three pain in my ass from college I never expected to see again in a million years. I hated him back then and even more so now, regardless of how my body responds every time I see him through my kitchen window swing that damn axe.
Briggs Holloway ruined my life once before, and I’d be damned if I ever give him that chance again. But he’s growing on me damn it.
He’s grumpy, gorgeous, and apparently genetically incapable of letting me struggle alone. I find a hole under my bed. 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 keep reminding myself he’s enemy number one. That I came here to find myself. But, I think I might be finding him instead.
Oops.
Oops I Fell For The Lumberjack Next Door is a steamy small-town enemies-to-lovers romance featuring a grumpy Christmas tree farmer, a ghost from his past he never thought he’d see again, and the dangerous magic of a porch light always on. Guaranteed HEA with no cheating.
