This sweet romance series with a campground theme has hilarious, heartfelt stories with a touch of suspense.These sweet romances have enemies to lovers, second chances and secrets. Did I mention the dog? Yep, there's also a cute dog and a sweet cookie-baking senior citizen that that the characters rally around to help. These stories are clean, light and refreshing. YOU GET ALL 3 BOOKS FOR THIS ONE LOW PRICE!! Please Note: Paperbacks take 2-3 weeks for shipping Excerpt from Book 1- Cranky Campground Crush As Ethan pulled the plainest shirt in his closet over his head, he glared at the drawn, blue plaid curtains in the bedroom. The window in that room faced his new neighbor and he’d shut the curtains the moment he’d returned. Out of sight, out of mind. Except… that wasn’t true at all. The drawn curtains themselves, diminishing the daylight and cutting off the view of the thin line of trees and cabin beyond, reminded him that he had an annoying new neighbor to contend with for the next week. At least he could look forward to spending that week anywhere except for his cabin. Surely Ruby had more than a single roof for him to fix. He tucked his wallet into a drawer and stuffed the cabin key into his pocket, ready to leave, when a rustle caught his attention. What was that? Dang it, that faint scratching and snuffling sounded like it was coming from his garbage can! The animals hereabout usually only investigated the trash at night, hence why he’d thought it safe enough to leave it next to his cabin until later. Ruby kept a dumpster around the side of the main lodge, fenced with chain link to keep away night prowlers. Was it a raccoon? A bear? On his way out of the cabin, he grabbed a shotgun and loaded it with rock salt. He didn’t want to harm the animal, only frighten it away. His military training took over, his heartbeat steadying to match his breathing as he rounded the side of the cabin, gun at the ready. He kept his finger on the trigger as he approached his overturned trash can cautiously, his focus zeroed in on the can to the exclusion of everything else— “No! Don’t shoot Wookie!” Ethan barely pulled the barrel of the gun toward the air before a woman launched herself at him. Despite her slim build, her body connected with him solidly and he lost his balance. The gun went off, shooting rock salt into the air as they both tumbled to the ground. The shotgun slid four feet away, out of reach. The wind was knocked out of him. His ears rang. He fought to catch his breath as he stared up at the blue sky. The unusual weight on his chest was oddly soft and smelled faintly of lemons and vanilla. His annoying new neighbor. A shockingly pretty woman up close, with her hair highlighted and her pert mouth accented with gloss. Apparently beauty did not bring common sense. He doubted rock salt would kill her, but at close range, it might injure her badly. And she couldn’t have known that he’d loaded his gun with something less lethal than a bullet. What had she been thinking? He fought to rise onto his elbows. A furry beige animal waddled from out of the garbage. Its long hair fell into its eyes, obscuring its darker, squashed face beneath. It looked like a cross between a skunk and a beaver, with about ten times the amount of hair. He’d never seen anything like it. Was it some kind of mutation? Not seeming to realize the danger, the woman got to her feet, wobbling on her black pumps. He scrambled to his feet after her, pushing her behind him. “Get back. It might be rabid.” He reached for the shotgun. She pushed out from behind him, racing to the creature and scooping it into her arms. “Wookie! Thank goodness.” His words must have just then registered. She frowned at him and then said, “Wookie isn’t rabid, she’s a sweetheart. See?” She thrust the animal against his chest, into his arms. When he stared at the animal in his arms blankly, the woman said in a slow, drawn-out voice as if she were speaking to an idiot, “Wookie is my dog.” This mass of fur was a dog? As the pet’s lips parted and out rolled her perfectly pink tongue, the enormous mass of hair tilted to expose a squashed, black face. The hair mostly sprouted from the ears. Wookie’s big, brown eyes caught his for a second, trusting and yes — friendly. But he wasn’t going to be fooled by a cute face with friendly eyes. Especially not one that belonged to the music blaring, high heel wearing neighbor. He thrust the animal back into her arms. Gruffly, he mumbled, “Be more careful the next time you see someone with a gun. You both could have been killed.” Turning, he pointed his gun at the ground, then walked to his cabin. He shut himself inside, where he busied himself unloading and cleaning out the barrel until she returned to her cabin. The next week couldn’t go by fast enough.
