Blame It On The Blizzard. Sugarplum Falls, #4

Two authors walk into a bar.Only it wasn't a bar. It was a hotel in the small town of Sugarplum Falls, and it was completely booked. Of course fate couldn't be satisfied with leaving us stranded during the worst blizzard on record. No, it had to toss in a tiny cabin with only one bed as the cherry on top. I hadn't planned to take a last-minute trip, but when the deadline for my book was breathing down my neck, I had no choice.
I packed my bags and went in search of the inspiration I needed to get rid of the writer's block that was keeping me from finishing. The only problem was that I found so much more than that. Like an attractive stranger with a knack for pushing me out of my comfort zone. A friendly barista who makes the BEST lattes. And learning enough about my past that it makes me question everything I thought I knew.
I loved reading about living happily ever after, but that didn't mean I had any clue how to do it.