Snow Much Trouble

One blizzard. One blanket fort. And one bourbon-fueled kiss that changes everything.

I need a win. I’ve been a struggling songwriter long enough that I’m about to get dumped by my publishing house if I don’t write The Best Christmas Song Ever for an up and coming country star. My plan? Total solitude in a Smoky Mountains chalet with just my guitar, a roaring fire, and a mug of hot cocoa. Bonus points if it snows.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear…a smoking hot stranger and a cabin full of fake rustic reindeer.
Dylan Lennox owns a bourbon distillery and he’s ridiculously—seriously, almost obnoxiously—good looking. He claims the chalet was promised to him for the weekend when I know full well it was promised to me. We’re in the middle of a standoff involving thermostat wars and a bourbon tasting when I get my wish.
Snow.
So much of the fluffy stuff that the power goes out, the roads are impassable, and a tree has decided to give it all up for lost and fallen down across our driveway.
We’re not going anywhere. Might as well get to know each other over board games and piping hot cocoa spiked with bourbon.
And honestly, we really need to share body heat because baby, it’s cold outside.
I’m officially inspired by blanket forts and Dylan Lennox.
But when the snow clears, I need to get back to Nashville with a hit song and Dylan has to return to his family distillery in Kentucky.
That’s when I find myself wishing for more snow.

Because unexpected holiday flings aren’t supposed to feel this real…