Cabin Fever With My First Flame
I’m a chef who can handle the heat. He’s a firefighter that can douse a flame. But when sparks reignite between us and old fires begin to burn, dialing 9-1-1 is the last thing on my mind.
After my divorce, I got the better end of the deal with three sassy daughters, my food truck, and what was left in the bank account.
Two hundred dollars doesn’t go far, but it got me three tanks of gas and a fresh start. The problem is, I needed four.
Being stranded on the side of the road isn’t the end of the world—unless it’s during a blizzard and we’re rescued by the one person I never wanted to see again.
Finn Hollister—a.k.a.—My first love. Heartbreaker. Handsome hooligan.
Based on the three miniature versions of my ex-boyfriend glaring at me, I could also add “Dad” to that list.
Stuck in a cabin with Finn and six kids ready to play matchmaker was not how I planned to spend the holidays. And when it comes time to make our Christmas wish lists, Finn asks for one thing.
I just don’t know if I can afford to give it to him.
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