Cider Falls Steamy Rom Com Series

Rule one of saving a dying orchard: do not fall for the chef who stood in your trees at six in the morning and called your apples “insufficient.”

Reader, I broke rule one.

I came home to Cider Falls to keep my family’s farm alive — not to lose a cook-off to Eli Marchetti, Boston’s most exacting, most aggravating, most unfairly handsome disgraced...

Clause one of the Sparky Protocol: do not fall for the firefighter who walked into your clinic carrying a half-drowned puppy and thirteen years of history.

Reader, I violated clause one. Also two through nine.

I left Sam Whitaker for vet school when we were eighteen, and I built an excellent life about it — my own clinic, a 401(k), a steam mop...

Rule one of hiring a fake boyfriend: do not pick the man who writes book boyfriends for a living. Reader, I picked him anyway.

I needed six weeks. Six weeks of a convincing relationship—long enough to get through the Spring Harvest Kickoff and get my mother to stop seating single orthodontists next to me at dinner. What I did not need was Declan...

Rule one of innkeeping: never fall for a guest—especially one who’s lying about why he’s here. Reader, I gave him the nicest room in the house.

I needed two good weeks. Two weeks of my best room booked at full rate—long enough to carry the inn through October with the furnace on and get the Harvest Festival open without a hitch. What I did not...

Rule one of twenty years of friendship: do not notice that the quiet carpenter who fixes everything has been in love with you the whole time. Reader, I noticed. About two decades too late.

I needed three dry weeks — long enough to fix my flooded house and get the Harvest Festival open without a hitch. What I did not need was to spend them in the...