To everything there is a season…
Love finds a way during the four seasons in the Romancing Wisconsin Series. Starting with the Christmas holiday/Winter, then moving on to Autumn, check out the first six books in this bestselling, heartwarming series set in small town Wisconsin. Meet the Rileys, the Walshes, and best of all, Butch…a.k.a. Santa Butch. The mischievous matchmaker makes a cameo in each story—adding a touch of magic to the lives of everyone he loves, and even those he’s just met.
AUTUMN BLISS, book 5
She’s getting out of town and never looking back—until she meets the one man who tempts her to stay.
Mallory Parker is convinced her future lies way beyond the streets of the small home town that stole her mother’s hopes and dreams. Even after she meets a man who makes her second guess her choices, she can’t risk getting stuck in backwoods Wisconsin for the rest of her life.
Army veteran Levi Jenkins is still dealing with the aftermath of his last tour of duty. Working in the background as a maintenance man at Whispering Pines Lodge gives him the peace his soul craves, and a sense of home he thought lost forever. Then Mallory teaches him to smile again and he begins to believe in the future. Too bad she’s hell-bent on leaving.
Opposites attract–can they compromise to find common ground, or is Happily Every After doomed from the start?
“Hands like this, then swing back, and around, and bring it down so the sharp edge hits the wood in the center.”
In one fluid motion, he did exactly as he described and split the piece of wood clean in half. Facing her, he asked, “Got it?”
“Yeah. I got it.”
His eyebrow arched at her sarcasm, but she didn’t care. It felt good to not care for once. To not pretend like she was okay with the raw deal life had handed her lately. Felt great actually.
He extended the ax and she wrenched it from his grasp. Only he let go at the same time and she stumbled at the unexpected lack of resistance. His lightning fast steadying grip only annoyed her more.
She stepped into position as he placed a log on the stump for her, then stood back slightly, off to her left.
“No. Put your hands like I showed you.”
She’d seen his swing, and the subsequent play of muscles beneath his T-shirt, but prior to that, she’d been focused on him, not the instructions. She moved her hands closer together.
“This isn’t baseball.”
She moved them farther apart.
“I thought you said you got it?” he huffed as he stepped up behind her.
His arms closed around her, his hands sliding down to adjust her grip on the handle as the front of his body came into full contact with her back. She sucked in a surprised breath and smelled nothing but Levi.
From one heartbeat to the next, all her anger and frustration morphed into intense awareness that literally had her trembling in her boots.
He’d gone completely still. His heat seeped through her clothes. After a moment, he cleared his throat and moved her left hand up one inch. “There, try that.”
His rough voice in her ear sent all kinds of delicious tingles tripping along her nerve endings. Yet he didn’t let go or step away.
Heart pounding, she turned her head far enough to see his face. His gaze locked on hers, a gorgeous green full of the desire she’d desperately been trying to ignore.