Juniper Ridge Romantic Comedies

Buying a cult compound to build a tiny town? Piece of cake. Being one of the suckers who falls in love on TV? Hell, no. Lucky for me, I found a CFO who shares my urge to skip the mating game part of my family’s social experiment and reality show. Vanessa and I can cast the cops, teachers, and nurses needed for a self-contained community and leave the dating mess to my siblings. Easier said than done. Vanessa’s smart and funny and hot as hell, and for once I can’t focus on running the show.

How the hell did I end up on TV faking like I’m not falling for the world’s sexiest shrink? Yeah, I agreed to live at an old cult compound and let cameras tail me around, but a plotline about a grumpy single dad finding love? Big nope. All I want is a brewery to run and a fresh start with my daughter. Just toss me the keys, keep the psych sessions short, and remind me again why I can’t fall for Dr. Mari Judson. At least I’m not alone. She’s as thirsty as I am for what’s brewing between us, but Mari runs scared when we get close.

Blame ego, blame my need to prove I could build a business all on my own. Hell, blame my parents - God love ‘em - for thinking I’d have problems prospering with a hammer instead of a law degree. But it’s a cold comfort when the woman I love hates my guts. Can’t say she’s wrong, considering how things ended. I set out to win Lauren back, scoring a spot on her family’s reality show social experiment, or whatever it’s called when someone buys an old cult compound to build a tiny town. Works for me, since I’m a builder who loves a challenge.

I always hoped I’d see her again after she rocked my world last Christmas. I never thought she’d have my baby in her arms. I also didn’t see myself dressed as a deranged bear the first time I held my daughter, or even that I’d have a daughter. Navy SEAL life isn’t great for fatherhood, but seeing Jessie with Joy hits me like a happy holiday thunderbolt. Jessie’s not sure she trusts me, and who can blame her? Maybe if we’d swapped more than 10 words before falling into bed that snowy night, we wouldn’t be strangers.