Horses and Harleys

No one makes my blood boil like Cayden Hennington. When I finished second in my class in law school, he finished first. We interned at the same firm—he got hired while I didn’t. Now we’re opposing counsel on my first big solo case, and I refuse to lose to him. I will not think about the way his lips taste or how he makes my heart race. I won’t dream of that night we argued until our clothes came off. That night is irrelevant because I am over him. (I’m also lying to myself). However, we’re both professionals, right? Wrong.

Piss off the hot farmer? Find out I'll be living in a funeral home? Meet my pet pig Petunia? Day one in town proved one thing: I'm screwed. Welcome to Mudville, home of Kissing Books, a stand-alone, small-town, opposites attract, fish out of water romantic comedy with lots of kissing (and other things), a cocky farmer, a sassy misplaced heroine with too many animals, some crazy locals, a decades' old mystery, and a very happy ending for all of them!

The last person on earth I want to be stranded with is Gianni Lupo. But, thanks to the blizzard of the century, I’m trapped in a roadside motel room with that cocky bastard for two straight days, and with one small bed. Some women might thank Mother Nature for delivering a polar vortex that maroons them with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, that sexy grin - but not me. I’ve known Gianni Lupo all my life, and he’s never brought me anything but bad luck, and trouble. I should have known what the disastrous end result would be.

It was a typical evening at a mall outside Portland, Maine. Three teenage friends waited for the movie to start. A boy flirted with the girl selling sunglasses. Mothers and children shopped together, and the manager at the video game store tended to customers. Then the shooters arrived. The chaos and carnage lasted only eight minutes before the killers were taken down. But for those who lived through it, the effects would last forever.