Fall With The Mountain Sheriff. Fall With The Man
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- Date de parution12/10/2026
- FormatePub
- ISBN8235949881
- EAN9798235949881
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurIoakim Ioakim
Résumé
I didn't come to Bear Creek Valley looking for anything. I'm the sheriff of Iron Creek - population 312, forty-five minutes over the pass, where the biggest emergency this year was a bull that walked into the post office and wouldn't leave. Griffin Holloway needed a second badge for the harvest festival, and I owed him a favor. Two weeks. Help manage the crowds, the parking, the tourists who think "rustic" means their cabin should still have Wi-Fi.
Then Griffin assigns me to the festival coordinator. Ramona Vega showed up six weeks ago with a clipboard, a vendor spreadsheet, and a way of running this town's first real harvest festival like she's conducting a symphony only she can hear. She's got every hour scheduled, every booth plotted, every contingency mapped - and absolutely no patience for a small-town sheriff telling her she's got a permit gap on page three.
She doesn't want my help. She told me that the first morning when I brought her coffee and she handed me a task list instead. I should respect that. Stay in my lane. Manage the parking lot and let her manage the rest. But she's running on four hours of sleep and protein bars she eats over her laptop. She's got paint on her hands from banners she's making herself because the printer backed out. And when the wind picks up on the festival grounds and she shivers, she wraps her arms around herself instead of asking anyone for a jacket.
Something happened to this woman. Not the kind that leaves bruises. The kind that teaches you to handle everything alone because the one time you trusted someone with your biggest moment, he didn't show up. She doesn't need rescuing. She needs someone to hand her a coffee, stand next to her in the cold, and not leave when she tells him to go patrol something. I can do that. I can check the festival grounds after dark because she won't stop walking them alone at midnight.
I can fix the generator she won't admit is broken. I can be the man at the edge of the bonfire who watches her finally stop working long enough to laugh - and memorize the sound because I've never heard anything that good. She thinks this is a two-week assignment. She's wrong. When the last leaf falls and the festival's over and my excuse to be here runs out, I'm not driving back over that pass without telling her what she's done to me.
And if she needs a permit for that, I'll file it myself. Fall With The Mountain Sheriff is a fall festival romance featuring a steady sheriff from a neighboring town, the curvy event coordinator who makes him forget he was only supposed to stay two weeks, and a Bear Creek Valley autumn that proves the best things in life aren't on the schedule. Age gap. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA. No cheating.
No cliffhangers.
Then Griffin assigns me to the festival coordinator. Ramona Vega showed up six weeks ago with a clipboard, a vendor spreadsheet, and a way of running this town's first real harvest festival like she's conducting a symphony only she can hear. She's got every hour scheduled, every booth plotted, every contingency mapped - and absolutely no patience for a small-town sheriff telling her she's got a permit gap on page three.
She doesn't want my help. She told me that the first morning when I brought her coffee and she handed me a task list instead. I should respect that. Stay in my lane. Manage the parking lot and let her manage the rest. But she's running on four hours of sleep and protein bars she eats over her laptop. She's got paint on her hands from banners she's making herself because the printer backed out. And when the wind picks up on the festival grounds and she shivers, she wraps her arms around herself instead of asking anyone for a jacket.
Something happened to this woman. Not the kind that leaves bruises. The kind that teaches you to handle everything alone because the one time you trusted someone with your biggest moment, he didn't show up. She doesn't need rescuing. She needs someone to hand her a coffee, stand next to her in the cold, and not leave when she tells him to go patrol something. I can do that. I can check the festival grounds after dark because she won't stop walking them alone at midnight.
I can fix the generator she won't admit is broken. I can be the man at the edge of the bonfire who watches her finally stop working long enough to laugh - and memorize the sound because I've never heard anything that good. She thinks this is a two-week assignment. She's wrong. When the last leaf falls and the festival's over and my excuse to be here runs out, I'm not driving back over that pass without telling her what she's done to me.
And if she needs a permit for that, I'll file it myself. Fall With The Mountain Sheriff is a fall festival romance featuring a steady sheriff from a neighboring town, the curvy event coordinator who makes him forget he was only supposed to stay two weeks, and a Bear Creek Valley autumn that proves the best things in life aren't on the schedule. Age gap. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA. No cheating.
No cliffhangers.