Fall is my busiest season and the only kind of quiet I trust. Sutton Ranch runs on apples, pumpkins, and the harvest festival that carries half of Whisper Vale through winter. I've got cider to press, a corn maze to cut, and a grumpy older brother up the mountain who hasn't come down for anything but supplies in two years.The last thing I need is the woman who just inherited the orchard next door.Juniper Ashby is soft curves, a loud laugh, and a stubborn streak aimed at sav...

I live at the top of the mountain for a reason. My cattle don't make small talk. My horses don't ask how I'm doing. And the snow keeps everyone exactly where I want them — down in town, stringing lights and singing about a season I stopped celebrating a long time ago.Then my little brother's wife sends the new vet up my mountain in a storm.Winnie Novak is red mittens, bad tires, and Christmas cheer I can't scowl loose no matter how hard I try. She came to check a sick mare....