She’s back in Appleridge to run her grandma’s bakery. He’s smitten with more than just her muffins.
I came back to my hometown of Appleridge, Vermont, because I refused to let my grandma sell her bakery. It’s my whole childhood, full of sweet memories.
What I didn’t expect was a huge rainstorm with mud so deep, my tiny car had no chance.
Until a gorgeous mountain man with a tow truck saved the day.
Yet he didn’t just want to help me.
He wanted to own me. And all of my goodies.
