Kali Hart

I kissed my brother’s best friend when I was 15, right before he left for basic training. He didn’t kiss me back. Fourteen years have gone by since I’ve been home. I heard he’s back but haven’t wanted to face him. But when my grandma fractures her ankle and needs physical therapy, I can’t say no.

I’ve been looking forward to visiting my Coast Guard brother in Alaska since I broke off my engagement. A little time away in beautiful Alaska with my camera is just what I need.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk down the aisle and marry the wrong man. So I ditch my own wedding and board a plane. It’s been ten years since I last saw Jordan Harris. I’ve never stopped loving him.

It’s not that I’m trouble as much as trouble follows me everywhere. Especially when it comes to the Caribou Creek police chief, Garrett Bradley. Every time I cross paths with the man too sexy for his own good, trouble follows.

When I left Alaska to chase my dreams, I never thought I’d be back. But when Grandma Rose summons my sisters and me, it’s a matter of life and death I can’t ignore. Even if it means possibly running into the man whose heart I broke when I left.

Breakups are supposed to make people sad. Right? But all I feel after parting ways with my Anchorage boyfriend is … relief. I didn’t expect to spend my entire summer in Caribou Creek. To say he was unsupportive when I told him is the understatement of the year.

My Mismatched Valentine: Mountain Men of Caribou Creek: Holidays Book 1: A Small Town Mountain Man RomanceTwo years ago, my prolific matchmaking career came to a screeching halt when my marriage imploded in a very public way.

After ending a toxic relationship, I’m ready for a fresh start. When an opportunity to be a kindergarten teacher in Caribou Creek arises, I don’t think twice. I pack my bags and go. After that turbulent relationship, I’m determined to stay single and focus on myself.

I’ve been in love with my grumpy, sexy boss for three years. It’s an embarrassingly long time to hold a candle for someone. It’s clear I’m not Ben Ashburn’s type. It’s time for me to move on.

I traveled to Alaska to meet and thank the brave soldier who saved my brother’s life on an overseas tour. I may have become a little obsessed with him. Planned our wedding and named our babies obsessed. But it’s okay.