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He’s all muscle, scowl, and growl.
She’s all curves, sass, and sunshine.
One collision, and the grump is hooked.

Hope
Fresh start? More like crash landing. My car dies on the road to Pinehaven Valley, and instead of a tow truck I get Sawyer McBride, six foot plus of muscle, plaid, and smoldering green eyes.
I am supposed to be here to take over my grandmother’s bakery. But the way Sawyer looks at me, like my curves are his new favorite sin, has me thinking less about cinnamon rolls ...
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He’s all muscle, scowl, and growl.
She’s all curves, sass, and sunshine.
One collision, and the grump is hooked.

Hope
Fresh start? More like crash landing. My car dies on the road to Pinehaven Valley, and instead of a tow truck I get Sawyer McBride, six foot plus of muscle, plaid, and smoldering green eyes.
I am supposed to be here to take over my grandmother’s bakery. But the way Sawyer looks at me, like my curves are his new favorite sin, has me thinking less about cinnamon rolls and more about what happens when an older, grumpy mountain man decides a younger woman like me belongs to him.

Sawyer
I was not looking for love. I was looking for peace and quiet. Then Hope shows up, young, sweet, and all sass and soft curves that make my control snap in half.
From the second I see her stranded by the side of the road she is mine. Pinehaven can gossip all it wants, I do not care. I will fix her car, I will stock her shelves, I will protect her bakery. Hell, I will put a ring on her finger if it keeps her here.
She thinks she came for Sweet Haven. What she does not know is she belongs to me.

Grumpy sunshine. Age gap. Small town romance. Curvy heroine. Protective mountain man. Instalove with steam and sweetness. Welcome to Pinehaven Valley, where forever starts fast.
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