famous for his TikTok videos demonstrating the art of cheesemaking while surrounded by adorable farm animals. His handmade, small batch cheese is much sought-after by foodies. But what he really needs is a business strategy. It’s the perfect recipe to set Dacey back on the path to success, but as she and Luke spend more time together, her goals blur. Is this an off-season fling or will their connection age to perfection? - Sneak Peek -Fallen leaves and pine needles crunched under her feet as Dacey crossed the narrow country lane where cars and a yellow school bus were parked on either side for three hundred yards in either direction. The nearby orchards scented the farmyard with their sweet fruit. There was a beautiful old, weathered barn covered in twisted vines including an ivy with maple-shaped leaves that had started to turn red with the change of seasons. The little farm was a feast for the senses. Kayla waved her hands in the air to get Dacey’s attention. “I had no idea any place on earth was this…” Dacey stopped, trying to find the words. “Heavenly,” Kayla finished her sentence. Dacey nodded. “It’s like something out of my cottage-core daydreams.” “If I had all the time in the world I would to come out here and paint,” Kayla said. Dacey smiled. As a full-time teacher, Kayla had more talent than time on her hands to indulge her passion. “Hey. I brought you some peppermint tea. And muffins.” Kayla waved over a woman in a striped dress and jean jacket who was picking her way across the farmyard in stacked heels “Bree, this is my sister, Dacey. Bree is the other art teacher.” “A broad smile spread across Bree’s face. “I’ve never known so many moms to show up to chaperone a field trip before.” Dacey agreed, glancing around the farmyard. “You really didn’t need me.” The ratio of child to parent was extremely lopsided. The moms all had their cameras out, taking selfies. Not that she blamed them—it was one of the most picturesque spots she’d ever been. “I’ve been to press conferences with fewer video cameras recording.” A hush fell over the crowd. Dacey turned around to see what was causing the dramatic pause in activity. From a doorway of a building behind the barn, a mountain of a man appeared moving out of the shadows into the light. Dacey shook her head. “I don’t believe it.” Luke La Fontaine strolled into the center of the farmyard with a swagger and confidence most big men lacked. Her breath caught in her throat. She’d only met him once but she’d forgotten how crazy handsome he was. He’d pulled back his shaggy blond hair into an elastic band and stretched a hairnet over the rest of his head. On anyone else it would look ridiculous and giggle-inducing. But not on Luke. Nothing could detract from his looks. Or the way he naturally inhabited his space. “Why are you so good-looking?” Dacey murmured. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three - |