Alondra Valley

I'm secretly in love with my best friend's little sister. So, I do what any good friend would—avoid her. At least, until my house floods, and my best friend suggests I move in with Wren. Resisting her has never been easy. But when Wren convinces me to be her dating coach, it's impossible. The more we "practice," the harder I fall for her and her amazing son. The more I start to believe what we have is real. It feels like love, but is it worth risking my friendship with Wren and her brother to know if she feels the same?

I should be reciting my wedding vows, not hiding in the tasting room of the venue, playing truth or drink with a stranger. But when my fiance left me at the altar, I needed to hide. And not just from the 500 guests we invited to this gorgeous small-town vineyard, but from the internet. As a romance author, I've shared my love story with my readers. They're invested in my happiness. And I truly felt as if I had it all: the billionaire boyfriend, the fairy tale ending. Then, moments before I was set to walk down the aisle, my life blew up in a spectacular way. My solution? Get drunk.

After my wife died, I never expected to fall in love again, let alone with her much younger sister. Elle's too young for me, though. Too vibrant and cheerful to be saddled with a grumpy widower and two little kids. Besides, she's only here for a few months before she moves on to follow her dreams. And there's no way we could be together even if she were staying. It doesn't seem to matter how often I remind myself of all the reasons why we can't, or shouldn't be together, my body won't listen.