Returning to Alaska was never part of the plan, but I can’t walk away when my gran’s beloved bed and breakfast is crumbling before my eyes. Sticking around definitely has NOTHING to do with the smoking hot firefighter renting my parents’ guesthouse. (Especially not when I get to watch him paint shirtless).

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He’s got a hard candy shell, but I’m determined to tease him until I crack it. Pretty soon he’s chasing me through the hotel and straddling me on a bed to get his revenge…Not that it leads anywhere good, because West has the self-control of a monk. Sigh.

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He says it’s because he’s a single dad. He says it’s because he’s friends with my parents…but even a former marine has to give in to his desires sometimes. When West finally kisses me, I light up like a Times Square Christmas tree. He loses his restraint…I lose my shirt…But then his guard is back up before anything good can happen.

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Maybe I should go back to being a chef in New York and leave him be. But West is a recipe I really want to taste. How do I get this man to take a chance on me?