The last thing I expected to do when I returned home after years away was fall for my brother’s best friend.

Nova:
I left my small town four years ago and didn’t look back. When I return with my tail between my legs after breaking up with my controlling yet commitment-fearing boyfriend, I’m surprised by the warmth I find at The Storybook Inn. The owner, Aunt Birdie, embraces me with open arms and gives me a place to stay when my dad turns me away. Unfortunately for me, Dad is more stubborn than ever. He still thinks my dream of...

The last thing I expected to do when I returned home after years away was fall for my brother’s best friend.

Nova:
I left my small town four years ago and didn’t look back. When I return with my tail between my legs after breaking up with my controlling yet commitment-fearing boyfriend, I’m surprised by the warmth I find at The Storybook Inn. The owner, Aunt Birdie, embraces me with open arms and gives me a place to stay when my dad turns me away. Unfortunately for me, Dad is more stubborn than ever. He still thinks my dream of becoming a great artist is too far-fetched to be possible and maybe it is. But if I’ve learned anything in this last year, it’s that God’s plans won’t be thwarted. Something that proves true when God uses an accident at Storybook Inn to facilitate Aunt Birdie’s dream.

Holt:
The Navy SEALs prepared me for a lot of things, but moving back to my small town with a well-meaning meddling aunt is not one of them. Aunt Birdie wastes no time playing matchmaker when she sends me to a cabin to fix an alleged leaky faucet without telling me it’s inhabited by my best friend’s gorgeous prodigal sister. Nova and I are both coming out of painful break-ups, a whirlwind romance is the last thing either of us wants. But falling for her is inevitable when she jumps in to renovate my family’s legacy, The Storybook Inn, without hesitation. With every bike ride we go on, every room we renovate together, every accidental touch, I can’t help but dive headfirst into the whirlwind anyway.

Until one “fake kiss” threatens to destroy us both.