Mountain Man's Holiday Home

A toppled Christmas tree brings her face-to-face with a rugged ex-soldier—and the spark that could change everything.

Getting body-slammed by a Christmas tree wasn’t on my holiday bingo card. But that’s life when you’re working on the family tree lot.
What I really didn’t expect? The grumpiest, hottest mountain man I’ve ever seen swooping in to rescue me.
Hendrix Lowe was supposed to be just another customer. Instead, one brush of his hand against mine lit me up brighter than the star on top of a Fraser fir.
Turns out he’s one of my brother’s old military buddies, in town for the holidays—and suddenly my quick two-week visit home feels way too short.
I came back to Wildwood Valley for pine needles and cocoa. I wasn’t planning on six feet of rugged charm with gray eyes that undo me and hands that make me forget every carefully laid plan.

They say you can’t build forever on Christmas magic. Hendrix might just prove them wrong.