What Happens at the Lake

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A new grumpy-sunshine standalone novel from #1 <em>New York Times</em> Bestseller Vi Keeland</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>When life took an unexpected turn I decided to get out of New York for a while. What better place to go than the idyllic small town my father spoke about so fondly when I was growing up? Laurel Lake held the title </span><em style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>America's Friendliest Town</em><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)> for seventeen years running and </span><em style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>friendly</em><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)> was just what I needed right now.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Unfortunately </span><em style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>friendly</em><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)> wasn't the welcome I got when I arrived.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Instead I got </span><em style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Fox Cassidy</em><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>. My tall dark and burly neighbor who grunted at me instead of saying hello.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Okay so I might've had his mailbox in my hands the first time we met. And it might've been a little crushed after removing it from under my tire. And I might've needed his help breaking into the place I was staying in after the key broke off in the lock. But still...he didn't have to be so grumpy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>As time went on though I started to notice things about Fox other than his glares. Like how he watched me when he thought I wasn't looking or how fire ignited in his eyes whenever we bickered. Though I was in Laurel Lake to escape my problems not create new ones. And getting involved with a man like Fox screamed trouble even if he was gorgeous and unlike any man I'd ever met.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>But alas </span><em style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>problem</em><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)> seemed to be my middle name this year. So why not have some fun while I was here for the summer? It seemed like a good plan. At least until it was time to go home...</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>They say what happens at the lake stays at the lake. But it's not so easy to walk away when what stays behind...is your heart.</span></p>