When an anonymous love letter tumbles out of my favorite book and straight into my pumpkin spice latte, I’m convinced fate is sending me a sign…
I’m Ava James, fall queen, pumpkin spice enthusiast, proud owner of Beachy Balls, Biscuits, and Books, and dating consultant extraordinaire (in my head). If I had a personal ad, that’s exactly how it would start.
Right now, though, I’m juggling three urgent goals:
Find a date for the Coconut Beach Fall Festival so my grandma will stop playing matchmaker for the holiday season.
Save my beloved bookstore-bakery from being snatched up by a mysterious corporate developer, who wants...
When an anonymous love letter tumbles out of my favorite book and straight into my pumpkin spice latte, I’m convinced fate is sending me a sign…
I’m Ava James, fall queen, pumpkin spice enthusiast, proud owner of Beachy Balls, Biscuits, and Books, and dating consultant extraordinaire (in my head). If I had a personal ad, that’s exactly how it would start.
Right now, though, I’m juggling three urgent goals:
Find a date for the Coconut Beach Fall Festival so my grandma will stop playing matchmaker for the holiday season.
Save my beloved bookstore-bakery from being snatched up by a mysterious corporate developer, who wants to turn it into yet another nondescript hotel.
Uncover the identity of my anonymous letter-writer—and maybe, just maybe, ride off into the autumn sunset (or at least a not-too-bumpy hayride) with them.
However, when two charming and handsome tourists arrive in town, each with secrets and smiles that could melt the icing off a cinnamon bun, my perfectly crisp fall plans start to unravel… just like the cute lights around my doorway.
I might be the queen of all things cozy and pumpkin-spiced… but for the first time, I may be in way over my head.
