Blizzard of Love (Long Valley Series #2)

How many obstacles can a Christmas wish overcome?

A country boy who hates Christmas for a reason, dammit ...

When Luke Nash runs into his closest friend, Stetson Miller, down at the local feed store, he never expects to end up being shanghaied into spending Christmas at the Miller farm. Everyone knows he hates Christmas, but Stetson doesn't seem to care that he's strong arming his friend into an unwanted vacation.

A city girl who loves Christmas ...

Bonnie Patterson adores Christmas, so when her best friend Jennifer invites her to come spend Christmas at the Miller farm, she jumps at the chance. But then she runs into a cowboy ... in the bathroom ... with her pants down around her knees. It only goes downhill from there.

When a blizzard strikes they're stuck together under one roof and sparks fly. Will they make it through the Storm of the Century?

And if they do make it through, can the magic of mistletoe be enough to tear down the barriers between them?

**Excerpt**

Luke pulled up in front of the old Miller farmhouse, the Christmas lights that were lining the roofline sparkling in the snow covering the landscaping. It looked so festive, so Christmassy and shit.

So unlike his own house.

Sticks jumped down from the bed of the truck, his stocky Black Lab body navigating the snowdrifts with ease. Luke and Stick's noses wiggled in the crisp night air, breathing in the smell of...was that pot roast?

*God, it's gonna be nice to eat Carmelita's cooking this weekend. I might end up as fat as Stetson when she's done with me! Oh, but it'll be worth it.*

He knocked once and then, brushing his feet on the welcome mat, pushed open the front door. "I'm here," he called out. Sticks shook the snow off his fur and then trotted in behind him.

"Hello!" Carmelita came bustling into the entryway, the delicious pot roast and...something else trailing in behind her, like the world's best smelling perfume. *Is that cinnamon rolls? I'm pretty sure it's cinnamon rolls.*

His stomach rumbled its agreement.

"Oh, you poor thing," Carmelita said in her heavily accented English, taking his jacket and hanging it up in the hall closet. "Dinner will be done soon. You go upstairs and I will tell Stetson and Jennifer you are here."

She bustled off before he could answer, and so he headed up the stairs and down to the far guest bedroom. It was a little less...girly and shit than the other one, so it was the one he usually chose when he spent the night at the Miller's house.

He lay down on the bed for a few minutes, closing his eyes and turning the idea of doing absolutely nothing for an entire weekend over and over again in his mind. This was something he hadn't done in years. Was he even capable of doing nothing for an entire weekend? He didn't know.

*Dammit, am I really only 26 years old? I sound like an old man. Time to stop wallowing in my geriatric ways and get moving.*

He decided to take a quick detour to the bathroom before heading downstairs, but when he slid the pocket door open, he saw something that he was pretty sure he'd never, *ever* forget: A half-naked woman, jeans down around her knees, and the most sexy pair of red lace underwear on that he'd ever seen.

It was only then that he registered a screaming noise, and realized it was because of him. She was screaming at *him*.

A whole lot of not-very-nice words.