It only took one kiss...
Willa Holmes has one rule: donât fall in love! Love brings ties and ties bring pain, and sheâs had enough of that. Thatâs why the pastry chef fled to Thunder Ridge in the first placeâto live privately and bake anonymously. But then she makes a big mistake: she kisses the local sheriff. The tall, dark, incredibly sexy sheriff...
No high-speed chase. Thatâs Derek Neelâs dating rule...till Willa. But the cowboy sheriffâs hot pursuit hits a roadblock when he takes in an at-risk boy and Willa bucks like a frightened filly. Why is she so scared of the very things he wants mostâlove, family, forever? Derek isnât sure, but he knows this: not even Willa can escape the loving arms of the law!
WILLAâS FAMOUS SâMORES
A long time ago back in LA, I made this with myâ well, letâs just say with some people I shared my life with. Theyâre gone now, but Iâve always held tight to the special memories of making this recipe with them. Iâm in Thunder Ridge now, a town full of caring people... and a sheriff who keeps challenging my heart. Iâm not sure Iâm ready to love again, but I am ready to share these homemade treats with you.
PS: Iâm letting you in on my closely guarded secret!
Ingredients:
4 graham crackers
2 marshmallows
2 chocolate squares
2 metal skewers
metal grill basket
1. Lightly warm the graham crackers and chocolate by placing them in a metal grill basket high over the flame. The secret is making the crackers soft. Like love, itâs all about not getting broken!
2. Skewer the marshmallow and hold it far enough away that the flame is just teasing it. Be careful not to burn it.
3. Stack a graham cracker, chocolate square and marshmallow, and top with another cracker.
This recipe makes two, so share them with someone you love. Tell them Willa sent you.
âWilla
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The Men of Thunder Ridge:
Once you meet the men of this Oregon town, you may never want to leave!
WENDY WARREN loves to write about ordinary people who find extraordinary love. Laughter, family and close-knit communities figure prominently, too. Her books have won two Romance Writers of America RITA® Awards and have been nominated for numerous others. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with human and nonhuman critters who donât read nearly as much as sheâd like, but they sure do make her laugh and feel loved.
This book is dedicated to LaCorius Jenkins, who is smart and kind, courageous and true, and a bunch of other wonderful things. You inspire me.
âIn a gentle way, you can shake the world.â
âMahatma Gandhi
Chapter One
For the folks who cared to rise early enough, 6:30 a.m. was as fine a time as any on Warm Springs Road in Thunder Ridge, Oregon. The twinkle lights that glowed steadily through the night were still on. The Valentineâs Day Decorating Committee met companionably at The Pickle Jar Deli for an early breakfast and a lively debate about whether to hang cupids or giant red hearts from the corner street lamps. And, next door to the deli, Willa Holmes opened the doors to Something Sweet, the bakery sheâd been managing for the past two months. Her morning regulars typically arrived shortly after she flipped the âDone for the Dayâ sign to the side that announced, âYep, Open.â
Now, at precisely 6:32 a.m., Willa was at work behind the counter.
âCan I tempt you with a fresh Danish this morning, Mrs. Wittenberg?â She smiled at the tiny woman whose white curls bobbed just above the top of the glass pastry case. âTheyâre still warm from the oven.â
Baking since 3:00 a.m., Willa appreciated the early start time of her new job. The wee hours of the morning used to be for sleep or, back when she was first married, for lovemaking, but now she found late night and early morning to be the most difficult parts of her day. There was too much quiet time to think. And to remember.
Having breads to proof, cookies to shape and food costs to calculate provided relief from the thoughts that kept her awake at night. Her only coworker in the morning was Norman Bluehorse, who was either fortyish or sixtyishâit was seriously hard to tellâand who worked with earbuds in place and spoke only when he needed to ask or to answer a direct question. A few years ago that might not have suited Willa, but these days she appreciated Normanâs unspoken you-mind-your-business-and-Iâll-mind-mine policy.
Short on sleep due to the early morning and a restless night, she tried not to yawn. Mrs. Wittenberg peered closely at her.
âSweetheart,â the older woman said, âI hope you donât mind my asking, but is your red hair natural? Iâm thinking about having a makeover. I used to have beautiful long hair, too. It fell out during The Change. Did you bake anything new this morning?â