Baking with a Ghost
Hope.
The perfect name for the town I’ve chosen to start my life over in.
The second I saw the old mill house, I knew it was the ideal location for my bakery. And it was…until the weird occurrences began.
The locals whisper of a rumored haunting, but I wasn’t a believer. That is, until I was faced with proof I couldn’t ignore.
There’s a ghost in my bakery…and I think I’m falling in love with him.
How could I not? He’s sweet, tender, and kind. But, unfortunately, very much dead.
Just when I’m beginning to fear this is the mother of all lost causes, a mysterious note is left that sparks a glimmer of hope.
Will the town of Hope deliver a miracle? Or will my heart be broken when my ghostly love moves on?
Riding Pine
A hockey player and a beaver walk into a bar…
I’m not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens.
You’d be surprised how many times I need to clarify that.
It’s not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills.
The beaver mascot gig also comes with one rule:Don’t reveal my identity to anyone.
Which wasn’t a big deal until I met this guy at the bar. A hot guy with a shy smile and a huge…wood.
Lukas Pine.
A hockey player for the Bloomburg Aspens.
He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but we keep finding each other. Usually with our clothes off.
In my defense, I had to tell him. You should know you’re sleeping with the team mascot. Especially when the players aren’t supposed to know who I am.
Lukas is more than happy to keep it a secret, but there’s a new problem.
We’re not very good at hiding it.
And that’s when I learn riding pine isn’t always fun.
Riding Pine is a standalone novel set in the Bloomburg universe of the Sheltered Connections and Broken Horn Ranch series. A smart-mouthed former circus acrobat and a tender-hearted hockey tough guy at the end of his playing days are so hot together they have to bend not just their bodies, but the rules, to stay together. This story is pure ridiculousness with loads of spice and all the feels…oh, and some hockey.