Are You For Reel? by Abby Knox

Cash
It’s been a year since I’ve been back in my hometown, and I only came here to do two things: help my parents out at their bait shop/general store/boat repair garage, and eat homemade ice cream. A certain curvy intruder is making that second part extremely difficult. She might be cute if she didn’t thwart me at every turn.

Caroline
The housing market has been brutal, but I’m a flexible woman. I can write my romance books anywhere, so this month, I’m chilling in a remote village in the Great Lakes. The folks here have adopted me as one of their own and I’m growing fond of them. There’s one local man who doesn’t appreciate me hanging around much, though. Could he really be that mad that I ate his ice cream, or is he just denying his feelings for me? Sooner or later, that grump is going to surrender to my sunshine.