Sunday Brothers

The job at Sunday Orchard was supposed to be temporary.A chance to gain some work experience. To have some fun. To get away from my overprotective brothers. To maybe, possibly encounter some lumberjacks in their natural habitat before moving on to the dream career that awaited me in the city.I had not expected to be welcomed into a family of gorgeous and weirdly efficient lumberjack-types myself. Or to find a purpose in the tiny Vermont town whose claim to fame seemed to be apple-based products and copious amounts of charm.And I most definitely hadn't expected to fall for Knox Sunday, my grumpy, burly, fifteen-years-older, reluctant roommate, with his infuriating lectures, his hot-as-fire body, his superior attitude, his snarky humor, and his stealth cuddles.Now I find myself making excuses to delay my big dreams… just for a little while.But Knox has unfulfilled dreams of his own. A career he walked away from. A big city life in Boston he left behind when he returned to his hometown to help his family. He claims he's not looking for anything permanent, and I've never been one to put down roots.My big life is waiting for me somewhere other than Little Pippin Hollow. So why does it feel like I've finally found the home of my heart?And how can I get Knox Sunday to… pick me?

Once upon a time, I moved to Vermont… and wound up accidentally sort of married.Webb Sunday is the straight single dad next door.He's lumberjack-gorgeous,Strong and steady as the trees in his family orchard,A grumpy fairytale prince...And entirely off-limits. Or so I thought.Until the drunken night the two of us walked into a bar…And landed ourselves in the middle of small-town history. Who knew hand-fasting was still a thing?The town of Little Pippin Hollow did.And once this bunch of meddling Vermonters gets wind of our accidental betrothal, they are determined to see us seal the deal.But while the chemistry between us is hot enough to melt the winter cold, Webb isn't interested in a relationship…And I'm not sure how long I can keep pretending I don't want our hand-fasting to be real. Because while the man might not be the happily ever after I came to Vermont for…He's looking more and more like the one who's been hand-picked for me.