<p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Two authors walk into a bar...</span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Only it wasn't a bar. It was a hotel in the small town of Sugarplum Falls, and it was completely booked.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">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.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">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.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">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.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I loved reading about living happily ever after, but that didn't mean I had any clue how to do it.</span></p><p></p>