A car accident in the middle of nowhere is the last thing I need right before Christmas. But after yet another fight with my controlling, overbearing family, I throw some clothes in a bag, jump in my car, and just…drive. Straight into a snowstorm. Oops. But then my mistake starts to feel like serendipity when Jack Carter—the rugged, broad-shouldered fire chief of Honey Ridge rescues me. He’s gorgeous. The best Christmas gift I could’ve ever asked for. Twice my age, he’s confident, steady, and the kind of man who makes me feel safe for the first time in my life.…
I read. And quilt. A lot.