She came to sell cinnamon rolls for a weekend. He gave her a reason to stay forever.
I didn’t believe in Christmas magic. I believed in deadlines, performance reviews, and the glow of my laptop screen at 2 AM. That was my world—safe, predictable, mine. Then my parents guilt-tripped me into covering their cinnamon roll booth at some small-town Christmas festival, and everything went sideways. The borrowed food truck died on a mountain road during the busiest weekend of the year. I blocked traffic. I panicked. And then he showed up. Torch—because of course that was his name. All flannel and...
She came to sell cinnamon rolls for a weekend. He gave her a reason to stay forever.
I didn’t believe in Christmas magic. I believed in deadlines, performance reviews, and the glow of my laptop screen at 2 AM. That was my world—safe, predictable, mine. Then my parents guilt-tripped me into covering their cinnamon roll booth at some small-town Christmas festival, and everything went sideways. The borrowed food truck died on a mountain road during the busiest weekend of the year. I blocked traffic. I panicked. And then he showed up. Torch—because of course that was his name. All flannel and forearms and the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly who he was. He fixed engines for fun, lived alone in a cabin that looked like a Christmas card, and had absolutely no use for technology. We were opposites in every way that mattered. Except for the heat between us that made no sense and every sense all at once. He towed my disaster of a truck to his place. Made me lunch in his perfectly decorated kitchen. Told me about the family he’d built a home for but hadn’t found yet. And when I looked at those empty stockings on his mantle, something cracked wide open inside me. I’d spent twenty-three years playing it safe. Working harder, climbing higher, proving I belonged in a world that barely noticed me. But in his garage, under vintage neon signs and Christmas lights, I stopped being the girl who lived for her career. I became the woman who finally understood what she’d been missing. He was a mountain man looking for his forever. I was a city girl who didn’t know she was lost. And we had exactly one weekend to figure out if Christmas magic was real.
Get tangled in tinsel and wrapped in holiday romance. Tinsel & Timber is a spicy short multi-author mountain man holiday romance series set in the snowy wilderness where strangers become soulmates, and unexpected love burns brighter than a bonfire. Expect merry and bright happily ever afters with no cliffhangers and no cheating.
