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Wood You Be Mine
Paperback
Series: Lovewell Lumberjacks
Publisher Price: $20.00
PREORDER - Expected ship date November 10, 2026
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ISBN13: 9798217195763
Publisher: Berkley Books
Published: Nov 10 2026
Pages: 336
Weight: 0.57
Height: 0.69 Width: 5.19 Depth: 8.00
Language: English
Publisher: Berkley Books
Published: Nov 10 2026
Pages: 336
Weight: 0.57
Height: 0.69 Width: 5.19 Depth: 8.00
Language: English
A grumpy small-town lumberjack and his sunny new-in-town neighbor cross axes and risk their hearts in this swoony romance, now in a print edition with exclusive bonus material! This stunning first-edition paperback features gorgeous plaid stenciled edges.
The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin.
The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin.
The second time, I was in an argument with a moose (don't ask).
The third time, I was naked. Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbor and landlord, but a flannel-clad foe who helps run his family's lumber business. His protective streak clearly does not apply to me, since he's convinced I won't make it through the Maine winter. But I'm going to show Henri and the rest of this small town that they're wrong. I have one year to prove myself as the elementary school's principal or I'll be getting the axe. So I simply just don't have time to pine away for the lumberjack next door, no matter how good he looks chopping wood in his suspenders, or the way it makes me feel when he calls me buttercup. I definitely don't have time to wonder what would happen if I asked him if he wood be mine...
The third time, I was naked. Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbor and landlord, but a flannel-clad foe who helps run his family's lumber business. His protective streak clearly does not apply to me, since he's convinced I won't make it through the Maine winter. But I'm going to show Henri and the rest of this small town that they're wrong. I have one year to prove myself as the elementary school's principal or I'll be getting the axe. So I simply just don't have time to pine away for the lumberjack next door, no matter how good he looks chopping wood in his suspenders, or the way it makes me feel when he calls me buttercup. I definitely don't have time to wonder what would happen if I asked him if he wood be mine...