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Two authors walk into a bar… Only it wasn’t a bar. It was a hotel in the small town of Sugarplum Falls, and it was completely booked. Of course fate couldn’t be satisfied with leaving us stranded during the worst blizzard on record. No, it had to toss in a tiny cabin with only one bed as the cherry on top. I hadn’t planned to take a last-minute trip, but when the deadline for my book was breathing down my neck, I had no choice. I packed my bags and went in search of the inspiration I needed to get rid of the writer’s block that was keeping me from finishing.

Being a single mom of four kids has never bothered me. However, after getting married to their dad at a young age, I quickly learned that I was better off taking care of things myself. As long as they were happy, that was all that mattered. But when a new man showed up in town, I suddenly started second-guessing everything. Being around him created feelings that I hadn’t felt in— ever? The way he looked at me and talked to me was different than anyone I had met before, and I was quickly under his spell.

The first rule of dating as a single mother should be: Don’t date your son’s teacher. The second rule should be: Don’t let your past hold you back from your future. But when the gorgeous, much-too-young-for-me single dad moved to town, I found it impossible to avoid his advances. Especially when my sister and her husband gave him an open invitation to our weekly family dinners

I wasn't dreaming of a white Christmas, nor were my troubles out of sight. I had a demanding job and pressing deadlines, which meant it was far from being a silent night. When I asked my grandma if I could stay in her cabin over the holiday, she was more than thrilled to have me back home. But she failed to mention the sexy handyman remodeling the house, or that he might not make it down the mountain with the snowstorm moving in.

Slipping in the shower and breaking my ankle wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to me. No—that would have to be reserved for being rescued by none other than the one person in the entire world I cannot stand. I thought it was bad enough having to work with Dr. Dickhead during my clinical rotations, but now he’s determined to make my life a living hell by forcing me to stay with him until I’m literally on my feet again.

Rule #1 for newly divorced single moms: Don't fall for your best friend's brother. Even if he is as handsome as he is kind and makes the most addicting lattes. Add in how great he is with your daughter and how he rushes to offer both of you a place to stay when you find yourself in need, and you may as well consider yourself a goner.

When my music career took off six years ago, I had to leave my small-town life and the man I was in love with behind. But when my mom called, asking for my help, I couldn't say no. Singing was what I loved, and helping the Sugarplum Sweethearts win the local caroling competition would be an honor. I could sneak in, spend some time with my mother, then get back to LA to prepare for my upcoming world tour. What I didn't expect was to have an obsessed fan show up.

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Maverick Thompson is downright infuriating. It doesn’t matter how incredibly good-looking he is or how his dimpled smile makes my panties melt. He can turn the charm all the way up, but he'll never thaw the icy walls I put up after the last time he canceled our date. See, Maverick doesn’t do commitment. He’s made it very clear that relationships are not his thing. That is until I take the possibility of one off the table, and suddenly, it’s game on for him. He claims to be different, but I don’t trust this so-called reformed playboy front he’s giving me.

I knew Mia was in trouble the moment she came running back to Haven Brook—the home she swore she would never return to. It wasn’t just the terrified look in her eye or the constant watching over her shoulder that told me she needed my help. It was the way my body felt every time I was around her. The urge to protect her while trying to fight the electricity that sizzled between us when we touched. But she wasn’t mine to touch, and her being on the run was a harsh reminder of why.

Jones and I hadn't been dating long enough to throw the L word around, yet it flowed off my tongue so easily, just like everything when it came to him. Our chemistry was off the charts from the very first touch, nearly setting things on fire as often as the ones he set in the kitchen when he cooked.