Hand Picked

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...