In the twenty years since moving away, Jess Kadanko rarely visits her small hometown in Door County, Wisconsin. The only reason she came back this time was to care for her ailing mother. When she crosses paths with the man she once loved-the man who'd cruelly dumped her-she reminds herself of his heartlessness and strengthens her vow to never put faith in a man again. Sam Bley is the most elusive bachelor in town and he keeps his defensive walls firmly in place.
When the feisty little brunette he dated throughout high school and college moves back, he realizes she's the only woman capable of breaking down the well-constructed barriers around his heart. He fortifies his resolve against her-and against love-because what kind of idiot believes in true love? His parent's bitter divorce taught him the hard way that forever unions don't exist. Despite their best-laid plans, Sam and Jess can't manage to avoid being in the same place at the same time.
And stumbling into each other beneath the mistletoe is not what either of them want or need. Or is it?
In the twenty years since moving away, Jess Kadanko rarely visits her small hometown in Door County, Wisconsin. The only reason she came back this time was to care for her ailing mother. When she crosses paths with the man she once loved-the man who'd cruelly dumped her-she reminds herself of his heartlessness and strengthens her vow to never put faith in a man again. Sam Bley is the most elusive bachelor in town and he keeps his defensive walls firmly in place.
When the feisty little brunette he dated throughout high school and college moves back, he realizes she's the only woman capable of breaking down the well-constructed barriers around his heart. He fortifies his resolve against her-and against love-because what kind of idiot believes in true love? His parent's bitter divorce taught him the hard way that forever unions don't exist. Despite their best-laid plans, Sam and Jess can't manage to avoid being in the same place at the same time.
And stumbling into each other beneath the mistletoe is not what either of them want or need. Or is it?
