<p><strong style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">A new, grumpy-sunshine standalone novel from #1&nbsp;<em>New York Times</em>&nbsp;Bestseller, Vi Keeland</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">When life took an unexpected turn, I decided to get out of New York for a while. What better place to go than the idyllic small town my father spoke about so fondly when I was growing up? Laurel Lake held the title&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">America's Friendliest Town</em><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">&nbsp;for seventeen years running, and&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">friendly</em><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">&nbsp;was just what I needed right now.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">Unfortunately,&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">friendly</em><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">&nbsp;wasn't the welcome I got when I arrived.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">Instead, I got&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">Fox Cassidy</em><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">. My tall, dark, and burly neighbor, who grunted at me instead of saying hello.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">Okay, so I might've had his mailbox in my hands the first time we met. And it might've been a little crushed after removing it from under my tire. And I might've needed his help breaking into the place I was staying in after the key broke off in the lock. But still...he didn't have to be so grumpy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">As time went on though, I started to notice things about Fox other than his glares. Like how he watched me when he thought I wasn't looking, or how fire ignited in his eyes whenever we bickered. Though I was in Laurel Lake to escape my problems, not create new ones. And getting involved with a man like Fox screamed trouble, even if he was gorgeous and unlike any man I'd ever met.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">But alas,&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">problem</em><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">&nbsp;seemed to be my middle name this year. So why not have some fun while I was here for the summer? It seemed like a good plan. At least until it was time to go home...</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(30, 25, 21, 1)">They say what happens at the lake, stays at the lake. But it's not so easy to walk away when what stays behind...is your heart.</span></p>