Lovewell Lumberjacks Series

A marriage of convenience with her brother’s best friend leads to evergreen feelings in this steamy small-town romance, now in a print edition with exclusive bonus material!

Dreamy lumberjack Remy Gagnon is not just my brother’s best friend, he’s my new husband, thanks to my need for health insurance and his unshakable protective streak.

It’s just one year. That’s our deal. I need surgery and to finish my PhD, and Remy’s training to become a professional timbersport athlete. We’re both focused on our goals, leaving absolutely no time for feelings.

But our just-friends agreement starts to feel too small for how it feels when he shows up on our fake wedding day with my favorite flowers and calls me his wife every chance he gets.

So when I enter us in a wife carrying contest to beat his cheating ex, all bets are off. Sure, sometimes I struggle to see the forest for the trees, but running through the woods with my legs wrapped around Remy’s muscular body has me thinking this marriage of convenience is anything but.

I can’t stop myself from thinking…when our year is up, wood he marry me for real?

A grumpy small-town lumberjack and his sunny new-in-town neighbor cross axes and risk their hearts in this swoony romance, now in a print edition with exclusive bonus material!

The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin.
The second time, I was in an argument with a moose (don’t ask).
The third time, I was naked.

Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbor and landlord, but a flannel-clad foe who helps run his family’s lumber business. His protective streak clearly does not apply to me, since he’s convinced I won’t make it through the Maine winter.

But I’m going to show Henri and the rest of this small town that they’re wrong. I have one year to prove myself as the elementary school’s principal or I’ll be getting the axe.

So I simply just don’t have time to pine away for the lumberjack next door, no matter how good he looks chopping wood in his suspenders, or the way it makes me feel when he calls me buttercup.

I definitely don’t have time to wonder what would happen if I asked him if he wood be mine…