Someone’s stealing her Christmas soaps. He’s about to steal her heart. Someone is stealing my star-shaped Christmas soaps.
I discover the theft on the second morning of Wildwood Valley’s holiday festival, and I’m furious. This was supposed to be my big break—my chance to turn my family’s three-generation soap-making tradition into a real business. Instead, some festival saboteur is helping themselves to my handcrafted inventory. When I spot what looks like a security guard near the entrance, I march over to demand answers. Turns out he’s not security at all—he’s Gunnar Erickson, a mountain man with pine-green eyes and a military-straight...
Someone’s stealing her Christmas soaps. He’s about to steal her heart. Someone is stealing my star-shaped Christmas soaps.
I discover the theft on the second morning of Wildwood Valley’s holiday festival, and I’m furious. This was supposed to be my big break—my chance to turn my family’s three-generation soap-making tradition into a real business. Instead, some festival saboteur is helping themselves to my handcrafted inventory. When I spot what looks like a security guard near the entrance, I march over to demand answers. Turns out he’s not security at all—he’s Gunnar Erickson, a mountain man with pine-green eyes and a military-straight posture who makes my pulse skip with just one look.
He volunteers to help solve my soap mystery. Smart move, considering someone also cut the wires on the festival’s Christmas tree lighting display. What I don’t expect is the way Gunnar looks at me like I’m the answer to every prayer he’s never said. Or how our evening stakeout turns into the most honest conversation I’ve ever had with a man. Or the moment I find myself confessing that I’m twenty-three, single, and waiting for the right guy to be my first.
The raccoons aren’t the only ones stealing things in Wildwood Valley. This quiet, protective mountain man is about to steal my heart. And I’m going to let him.
