Ashwood Falls Series

My ex carved our initials into a tree. I came to return the favor… with a chainsaw.
I came to Ashwood Falls to chop down a tree, not to crash into a real-life mountain man with broody eyes and biceps carved by the gods.
After catching my fiancé playing tickle the pickle with another woman, I ditch my vacation plans and set out to destroy the one thing that still ties us together: the stupid tree where he carved our initials. Armed with a chainsaw and a bad attitude, I march into the Alaskan woods ready for revenge.
What I’m not ready for? Nearly slicing off my toe and getting rescued by a gruff, silent, gorgeous lumberjack who insists I wait out the blizzard in his remote cabin.
He’s a former Army Ranger who prefers trees to people. I’m a heartbroken woman with no clue how to start over, or how to stop staring at the man who’s helping me heal in ways I never expected.
We’re complete opposites. He’s got walls around his heart. I came here with a chainsaw.
But maybe some things are meant to be carved from second chances. 

One night, two pink lines, and a grumpy lumberjack in flannel.

I came to Ashwood Falls to escape my Florida mess, not to fall for a bossy lumberjack in flannel.
Trace Masterson is grumpy, stubborn, and way too good at pushing my buttons. One tequila-fueled night was supposed to be fun. Temporary. Harmless.
Then two pink lines turned everything upside down.

Now I’ve got a baby on the way, a town full of nosy knitters, and a mountain man who refuses to let me bolt. Trace insists we’re in this together but, I’ve never been anyone’s forever, just their complication.

He says I’m his choice. His family. His home.
And against all odds, I’m starting to believe him.

If you love laugh-out-loud banter, flannel-clad heroes, surprise baby chaos, and small-town romance with a heart, you’ll fall hard for Pregnant in Plaid.