Greta has lived in Bristlewood Ridge for six weeks and still eats lunch alone in her car. That's the plan. Stay invisible, stay temporary, leave before anyone notices she's gone.

Then Cal Merrick hands her a pine cone he carved by hand and says one word — welcome — and her plan starts coming apart.

Cal doesn't do this. He's the rancher who answers every question with "fine," the man who's kept his head down and his heart shut since the day he buried someone he loved. The whole town knows to give him space. He doesn't know why he can't seem to give it to the prickly newcomer with the leaking ceiling and the eyes that have clearly been crying.

It's the worst possible time. The resort Greta works for is backing a development that could erase the town Cal's family helped build, and they're about to end up on opposite sides of a fight that's splitting Bristlewood Ridge down the middle.

Falling for him means staying somewhere long enough to be left. Falling for her means wanting a future he stopped believing he was allowed to have.

Bristlewood Ridge is a steamy, grumpy-sunshine small-town romance with a guarded widower hero, a heroine learning to stop running, a mountain town worth saving, and a hard-won happily ever after. A complete standalone.

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