Standalone

Four beanbags. Three nosy busybodies. Two hearts entwined and one game that unites us all: Cornhole—where board-om doesn’t exist, and the unexpected can happen.

Josie

Married for years and happily in love, Morgan and I trade in our city-slicker lifestyle after I’m diagnosed with the big, bad “C.” It’s not the end of the line. It’s only the beginning.

Wanting peace and quiet, we move to a small town in the heart of Texas where the bovines outnumber the people 50 to 1, and chucking corn is considered a professional sport.

Embracing the Christmas spirit and needing something to do, I volunteer us to run the afterschool program. It turns out that I bit off more than I could chew.

Thankfully, I have God, my husband, and the “Baggersville Biddies” on my side. The one thing I’m afraid I don’t have is…

Time.

Morgan

A riding lawnmower, a suped-up truck, and a trunk full of cornhole boards sounds like the start of a joke, but it’s my life.

Moving from the city to the country, I’ve traded in my tailored suit and shiny shoes for butt-hugging jeans and cowboy boots. I’ll admit, it’s a good look for me, and my wife agrees.

With a bat of her lashes, Josie wrangles me into building the backyard game as a fundraiser to help the community. After she ends up in the hospital, it’s the community that comes to our rescue.

I’ve never cared about getting presents before, but this year I ask for a gift that only God can give. Because what I really want more than anything is a Christmas miracle. My Josie.

The Beanbaggers of Cornhole County is a Christian, Sweet, Kisses-only romance series prequel that’s sure to make you smile and is free from profanity, promiscuity, or cheating by the protagonists in the story. It’s an introduction to the main characters in the follow-on books.

TRIGGER WARNING: (Note from the author) Although there is plenty of humor and banter in this story, this book touches on the topic of cancer, which is no laughing matter (The humor found within the pages is not related to this sensitive topic). If this subject is a trigger for you, please do not read this prequel. It is never my intention to harm or hurt anyone, but this story is near and dear to my heart. I do my best to treat the subject matter with the utmost respect, care, and consideration. And like all my books, it ends with a HEA.

I’m a chef who can handle the heat. He’s a firefighter that can douse a flame. But when sparks reignite between us and old fires begin to burn, dialing 9-1-1 is the last thing on my mind.

After my divorce, I got the better end of the deal with three sassy daughters, my food truck, and what was left in the bank account.

Two hundred dollars doesn’t go far, but it got me three tanks of gas and a fresh start. The problem is, I needed four.

Being stranded on the side of the road isn’t the end of the world—unless it’s during a blizzard and we’re rescued by the one person I never wanted to see again.

Finn Hollister—a.k.a.—My first love. Heartbreaker. Handsome hooligan.
Based on the three miniature versions of my ex-boyfriend glaring at me, I could also add “Dad” to that list.

Stuck in a cabin with Finn and six kids ready to play matchmaker was not how I planned to spend the holidays. And when it comes time to make our Christmas wish lists, Finn asks for one thing.

I just don’t know if I can afford to give it to him.

Cabin Fever With My First Flame is the tenth standalone novel in a twelve-book multi-author compilation known as the Sweet Christmas Kisses Series. While reading this book, readers can expect a kisses-only, clean holiday romance with no profanity, plenty of banter and hijinks, and a HEA.