Mountain Man’s Flirty Farmgirl by Lilah Hart

She’s sunshine in a sundress. He’s a mountain man with a permanent scowl. And her tomatoes just rolled straight into his sneakers.

I came to Wildwood Valley to make a name for myself—armed with farm-fresh produce, big dreams, and exactly zero chill around rugged men with broad shoulders and bad attitudes.

Blade? He’s grumpy. Growly. And somehow hot enough to make me forget how to spell the word “cucumber.”

He doesn’t like crowds. Doesn’t do small talk. And definitely doesn’t have time for a flirty farmgirl who keeps asking for help with her booth.

Like fixing my setup. Hooking up my cider station. And maybe—accidentally—flirting with me until I’m thinking about things that have nothing to do with vegetables.

But when the sun sets on Wildwood Valley and a single kiss turns into something so much more…

Let’s just say this mountain man’s about to learn what real heat feels like.