Book Series: The Sunday Brothers

I once lived a fairly quiet existence as a math professor. Then Teagan Donahue crashed into my life like a shooting star. Now every day's a holiday, and my very best friend is also the guy I can't stop fantasizing about.
The guy I'm madly in love with.
The guy I'm ready to turn down my dream job for.

But the statistical probability of a man like Teagan wanting his shy, nerdy roommate as more than a friend is incredibly low, and if I have to choose between having everything else I've ever wanted and having Teagan in my life... well, I know which one I'll pick, every time.

Then one night on a crowded dance floor, I'm suddenly faced with a probability I've never let myself calculate: what if I don't have to choose at all?

The job at Sunday Orchard was supposed to be temporary.

A chance to gain some work experience. To have some fun. To get away from my overprotective brothers. To maybe, possibly encounter some lumberjacks in their natural habitat before moving on to the dream career that awaited me in the city.

I had not expected to be welcomed into a family of gorgeous and weirdly efficient lumberjack-types myself. Or to find a purpose in the tiny Vermont town whose claim to fame seemed to be apple-based products and copious amounts of charm.

And I most definitely hadn’t expected to fall for Knox Sunday, my grumpy, burly, fifteen-years-older, reluctant roommate, with his infuriating lectures, his hot-as-fire body, his superior attitude, his snarky humor, and his stealth cuddles.

Now I find myself making excuses to delay my big dreams… just for a little while.

But Knox has unfulfilled dreams of his own. A career he walked away from. A big city life in Boston he left behind when he returned to his hometown to help his family. He claims he’s not looking for anything permanent, and I’ve never been one to put down roots.

My big life is waiting for me somewhere other than Little Pippin Hollow. So why does it feel like I’ve finally found the home of my heart?

And how can I get Knox Sunday to… pick me?

Once upon a time, I moved to Vermont… and wound up accidentally sort of married.

 

Webb Sunday is the straight single dad next door.

He’s lumberjack-gorgeous,

Strong and steady as the trees in his family orchard,

A grumpy fairytale prince...

And entirely off-limits.

 

Or so I thought.

Until the drunken night the two of us walked into a bar…

And landed ourselves in the middle of small-town history.

 

Who knew hand-fasting was still a thing?

The town of Little Pippin Hollow did.

And once this bunch of meddling Vermonters gets wind of our accidental betrothal, they are determined to see us seal the deal.

 

But while the chemistry between us is hot enough to melt the winter cold, Webb isn’t interested in a relationship…

And I’m not sure how long I can keep pretending I don’t want our hand-fasting to be real.

 

Because while the man might not be the happily ever after I came to Vermont for…

He’s looking more and more like the one who’s been hand-picked for me.

 

Never ask your brother’s best friend to… pick your cherry.

When I asked Jack Wyatt to help me lose my pesky v-card, I didn’t expect him to keel over in shocked disapproval and nearly tumble us down a mountain.

You might think a guy who's been reading romance novels his whole life would've figured out a smoother way to broach the subject, but in my defense, I’ve been pining for Jack for seven long years, just waiting for him to notice me.

Jack sees me as sweet, shy Hawk Sunday: his Pride and Prejudice-obsessed hiking buddy; his dependable employee; the honorary little brother he’s determined to protect, not…deflower.

But to me, Jack is everything a romantic hero should be: tall, gorgeous, kind, and brilliant.

Or at least I thought he was brilliant… until he started getting so many things so boneheadedly wrong.

Like refusing to do the deflowering himself, but also, erm... blocking any other potential plant-lovers from getting all up in my garden.

And like continuing to see me as someone who needs protecting, rather than a man who needs possessing…

A man who's determined to get his cherry well and truly picked this summer, whether Jack Wyatt likes it or not.