From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Dream Harbor series, comes a new small-town romance set in the quirky town of Maple Hollow.
About the Book
The darker the woods, the bigger the secrets…
Ruby Bellerose lives on the edge of the woods, in a cottage more akin to a fairy tale than modern day life. Her love life is practically non-existent, and she keeps away from the whispered gossip that travels through Maple Hollow.
Until a chance encounter with Rafe.
As mysterious as he is brooding, Ruby is drawn to the woodsman, curious to find out about the stranger who lives deep within the woods.
But Rafe is hiding a secret. And with something lurking in the shadowy forest, will Ruby find that Rafe is her knight in shining armor, or something altogether more dangerous…
Big Bad Wolf is book 1 in the Maple Hollow trilogy.
Tropes:
🌙 Small Town
🌕 Fated Mates
🌖 Grumpy MMC
🌗 Spicy
🌘 Forced Proximity
🌑 Found Family
A version of this book was previously published as A Curse of Blood and Wolves. This book has been rewritten and edited again, however some character names and plot points do remain the same as the original story.
Excerpt
“Hey, sweetheart, I could use another.”
“Still not my name, Sal.”
The old man didn’t bother to look abashed by Ruby’s reminder. She stood behind the bar, hands on her hips, waiting for him to correct himself. Like most of the people here, Sal was a regular at the only bar in town. They hadn’t even bothered to name it. The sign out front just said Bar in flickering red neon. Sal had been coming in every evening since long before Ruby was born, but she’d be damned if she was going to let him get away with calling her sweetheart.
“It’s a term of endearment,” he argued, pushing his empty pint glass toward her with a grin he probably thought was charming. Maybe it had been once. It was not tonight. The grin peeped out from beneath Sal’s bushy, gray moustache just like his twinkling eyes peered out from beneath bushy, gray brows. His face was creased and weathered, and he rarely wore anything other than flannel, like almost everyone else in this joint. It was impossible to say how old he was. Ruby had never asked.
She frowned. She was not in the mood for flirtatious old men. But to be fair, she never was. She pushed the glass back.
“Try again.”
Sal’s laugh quickly turned into a wheeze. “You’re always so serious, Ruby. Must be ’cause you’re from away,” he said.
From away. An incredibly Maine term she’d been hearing for years. From away. As in not born here. It didn’t matter that she’d moved to Maple Hollow when she was eight. The year her life changed forever. The year her parents died and she and her twin sister, Lena, came to this odd little town to live with their great-aunt Millie.
She’d been here for over twenty years now and still the locals loved to remind her that she was from away.
Macy came up beside her, cutting into her conversation with Sal.
“No way,” she said, wiping her hands on the dish towel slung over her shoulder. Macy had been managing the bar for as long as Ruby had worked here. She wasn’t much older than Ruby, and she was a solid three inches shorter, but nobody messed with her primarily because she had the power to cut them off. Both from drinks and access to town gossip. A fate worse than death around here. “You know I was born and raised right here in the County, and I won’t let you get away with that sweetheart shit either.”
The County. Another thing Ruby had had to learn when she moved here. Maine had sixteen counties, but Aroostook County was the only one referred to as such. So far north that it was often mistaken for Canada, the County was quite an adjustment for Ruby coming from the suburbs of Boston. When she’d first moved into her aunt’s cottage at the edge of the woods, Ruby felt like she’d moved into a fairy tale.
In those early days when she was too devastated to speak, too sad to move, she’d sit in her aunt’s overgrown backyard with Lena beside her, staring into the trees, making up stories in her head about who or what might live in the darkness.
Unfortunately, life here wasn’t anything like the stories she’d loved to read as a kid. If fairy tales had taught her anything it was that the only positive that could come from her parents’ tragic death was the promise of adventure. If she had to be an orphan, she should at least have been allowed some intrigue, some mystery to solve, or journey to go on, or … or … something. That was how her thinking had gone at the time.
Now, of course, she knew that life wasn’t a fairy tale and that you were more likely to see a moose in these woods than a witch. Becoming an orphan was actually just really tragic, and life in Maple Hollow was in fact quite dull.
Despite the rumors that ran rampant through this bar about creatures that prowl the woods at night, she knew the sad truth: fairy tales weren’t real.
Ruby scanned the dimly lit bar as Sal chuckled at Macy’s comment. There was a decent crowd for a Friday night in early October. Summer usually attracted some out-of-towners, in for the weekend to camp or hike. They’d get tourists for maybe another month, to ooh and ahh over the changing leaves, but once the first snow hit, this place would get even more insular.
It was no wonder the townies loved to share stories about overgrown wolves and their encounters with them through the years. There was literally nothing else to talk about. And nearly everyone had a story about being out hunting or fishing and running into one of these deadly creatures. As they told it, they always barely escaped with their lives.
It was all nonsense, of course. Just stories to tell to pass the long winter days. Almost as exaggerated as the size of the fish they caught. Ruby had stopped believing them a long time ago.
She took stock of tonight’s customers. A couple of booths were filled with regulars, laughing and talking over each other, and there were a few old stragglers like Sal at the bar. A table of hikers were drinking and eating their fill before heading back to their campsite for the night. Ruby figured they were her best shot for a good tip.
“Okay, Miss Ruby Bellerose, would you please get me another?” Sal said now, batting his eyelashes and over-exaggerating every word of his request.
“Happy to,” Ruby said, taking his glass and grabbing him a fresh one. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“Harder than it should have been,” he said as she slid his new beer in front of him. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He winked and Ruby just shook her head. Why did she even bother? Sal was never going to change. No one around here ever did.
“Take a break from this old pain in the rear and bring these drinks to table three,” Macy said, playfully bumping her hip into Ruby’s.
“Sure.” She hoisted the tray onto her shoulder, leaving behind one pain only to encounter a table full of them.
Except, instead of a formerly charming old man to deal with, she was now dealing with a group of her old classmates, people she’d grown up with, people who’d never bothered being nice to her a day in their lives.
She lowered the tray and passed out drinks under the watchful gaze of Trina, the former homecoming queen (which wasn’t saying much since there were all of sixty-five kids in their graduating class), Kurt, the quarterback of the football team (again not saying much, as they had to combine with three other local schools just to have enough players to form a team), Kai, one of his many formerly jock friends, and Shreya, whose father owned Into The Woods, the camping supply store on the edge of town (in a place with minimal wealth, she had some money which was enough to make her feel important). In the world’s smallest town, this crew was the cream of the crop. Which again was not saying much.
Ruby didn’t bother with small talk. Or a smile. She wasn’t getting a tip from this table anyway.
Trina smirked as Ruby turned to walk back to the bar. “How sad is it that she still wears all black?” she asked the table, loud enough for Ruby to hear.
“It’s like she’s still in mourning,” Shreya said with a giggle.
“You guys are such bitches,” Kai laughed.
“Her parents died like twenty years ago. You’d think she’d be over it by now. She needs therapy or something,” Trina said, and Ruby wasn’t even tempted to turn around. It didn’t matter anyway. These people had made up their minds about her years ago.
She was the new girl, the sad girl, the weird girl, the goth girl.
She’d learned not to care what they said about her a long time ago. Did she wear a lot of black? Sure. She liked it. Was she sad her parents died? What kind of sociopath wouldn’t be? Was she weird? Not any more than anyone else in this damn town. Did she occasionally like to read horror novels in the cemetery? Everyone needed a hobby. And she’d outgrown that particular one a while ago.
Anyway, she wasn’t concerned with what Trina and her crew thought of her. She’d become like the wolves in the woods, just another story to tell and retell.
But what did stop her in her tracks was the sudden change in topic.
“Did you hear about Lena, though? She’s gone full crazy.”
Ruby spun on her heel, her black skirt twirling around her thighs. “What did you just say?”
Trina’s grin grew. “Oh, sorry, Ruby, it’s just that I heard your sister hasn’t been well.”
“My sister is fine.”
“Then why did she quit her job at the preschool?”
“She needed a change.”
“No one’s seen her around town lately.”
“So what?”
Trina shrugged. “We’re just worried about her.”
“Bullshit.”
Shreya gasped like she was offended by Ruby’s crass language, as though Bert at the next table over wasn’t describing his latest knee surgery in graphic detail loud enough for the entire bar to hear.
“I heard she had to quit her job because her eyes rolled back in her head and she started speaking in tongues. In front of the children,” Shreya whispered as though that would soften the blow of this particular rumor.
That was not what happened.
Not exactly.
“Jesus, who even cares. Leave her alone.” Kurt came to Ruby’s defense. Unfortunately, his help came with a leering look at her tits. Kurt was no hero. If Ruby had a dollar for every time he hit on her when he came in here with his buddies, she’d have enough cash to get the hell out of this small town. Sadly, Kurt was not only ready to cheat on his wife, he was a shitty tipper as well.
But Ruby took the opportunity to slip away while Trina was glaring at her husband for admonishing her, and Shreya and Kai were trying to pretend things hadn’t just become super awkward.
Because if there was one thing Ruby did not want to talk about with anyone, it was her sister.
Chapter Two
Ruby was wiping down tables at the end of the night when the door opened, letting in a burst of cool air. It was a reprieve from the stuffy bar, and Ruby took a deep inhale of the crisp fall breeze before speaking.
“Sorry. Last call was half an hour ago,” Ruby said without looking up. Her lower back ached from standing all night and her feet were killing her. Whoever this was could go pick up a six-pack at the twenty-four-hour market next door and let her get going. She was exhausted.
“I…”
Ruby looked up at the sound of throat-clearing.
She froze.
The man in the doorway was staring at her, his eyes an eerie silver flash in the semi-darkness. He was tall and broad, with dark hair down to his shoulders. His five o’clock shadow was more like ten o’clock, thick and dark. It was his eyes, though, that were freaking her out the most. There was something off about them, something … predatorial. If Ruby had to guess her time and place of death, it would be here, now, at the hands of this man who was most likely some kind of ax murderer.
This was what she got for wishing life around here was more exciting.
Death by psycho killer.
Why hadn’t she locked the door?
Because she’d never needed to before.
He cleared his throat again, but his voice still came out as a raspy rumble, like he didn’t use it very often. “I was looking for Macy.”
“She left for the night.” Ruby let her fingers brush the hunting rifle Macy kept under the bar. Would she have the guts to use it? Probably not.
The man’s face fell as he fidgeted awkwardly from foot to foot like he didn’t know what to do now. Ruby got the distinct feeling that he didn’t get out much. Mostly because she’d never seen him in town before and because he was still looking at her like she held the answers to the universe.
Which she definitely did not.
“Do you want to leave a message for her?”
He thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
Ruby waited.
His brow furrowed as he formulated his words. Ruby nearly laughed. Probably not the best idea when you’re possibly about to be murdered.
“Tell her I came by about the tables.”
Cryptic.
“What about the tables?”
He gave his head a little shake like he was trying to work up to having a full conversation with her, like he hadn’t expected to have to do this much talking. Maybe that’s why he came in after last call.
“Macy hired me to make new tables. I’m a woodworker.”
“Oh. Cool. I’ll tell her.”
He blew out a relieved breath. Mission accomplished. He’d delivered his message. Again, Ruby had the ill-advised urge to giggle.
“Do you need to take measurements or anything? You could do it now while we’re empty. I have to finish cleaning up anyway.”
This would be the part in the true crime doc about her murder where every expert would be baffled about why she’d asked the killer to stay.
Her best guess was that her parents’ death had knocked the ability to feel real fear about anything out of her. What did she have to be scared of when the worst possible thing had already happened? It made her immune. Death was inevitable and it had visited Ruby early in life. Not that she particularly wanted to die, but she’d made her peace with it much earlier than most people.
So maybe that was why she invited the scary man in. Or maybe, upon further inspection, he wasn’t that scary.
He seemed kinda nervous, actually.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Ruby said, watching him as he came further into the bar. She’d turned off most of the lights so the space was dim, the floor and the tabletops were sticky, and there was a giant moose head staring at them from the wall, but the man didn’t seem to notice any of that. He was still looking at her.
Heat prickled up the back of Ruby’s neck.
“What’s your name?” she asked, attempting to break the tension.
“Rafe.” It was more like a sound than a name. The rumble of it, deep and throaty from his mouth, did nothing to break the tension.
It was Ruby’s turn to clear her throat. “I’m Ruby.”
Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her mouth which she’d painted her signature deep red. His lips tipped up in the corner like this amused him, that her name matched her taste in make-up.
“Nice to meet you, Ruby.”
“Nice to meet you, too.” The wooden bar top was between them, but Rafe had inched closer during their introductions. He placed his hands on top of the scarred surface. They were big, with scars of their own on the knuckles and one jagged one across the back of his hand. Woodworking must be a rough job. Or she hoped it was anyway.
“I haven’t seen you around before,” she said, going back to wiping down the counter, avoiding Rafe’s stare and his hands.
“I keep to myself.”
She could have guessed that.
“Do you live in town?”
“Nah. I live further in country. A cabin.”
“Sounds nice.”
He shrugged his giant shoulders. He hadn’t taken any measurements yet, still too busy watching her.
“I haven’t been there too long,” he said as though that explained everything.
“How did Macy ever find you to hire you?”
Rafe let out a rusty sound that may have been a laugh. It was hard to tell. “I have an Etsy shop.”
Laughter burst out of her before she could stop it. She clapped her hands over her mouth.
“Sorry, that was rude. You have an Etsy shop?” This big scary man had an Etsy shop? Her aunt was right about that whole “don’t judge a book by its cover” thing.
A wolfish smile crossed Rafe’s face and holy shit, he was … hot.
That was unexpected, but damn, as it turned out, up close, this scary dude was really freaking good-looking. People would kill for that bone structure, and he was hiding it with scruff. It was a shame really.
“I do. It’s a good way to sell my stuff.”
Ruby blinked. Right, she’d asked a question.
“Macy found me and realized I was local. Asked me to come and take a custom order. I agreed.”
“And you decided 1am was a good time to stop by?” Ruby asked with a raised eyebrow. Who the hell was this guy? Hands like a boxer, eyes like a killer, but he sold handicrafts on Etsy? Ruby did not know what to make of this whole encounter. If she made it out alive, it’d be a hell of a story to tell Lena tomorrow.
He shrugged again. “I guess I figured I’d catch her before she went home.”
“Well, I’m usually the one to lock up, so you’ll have to come earlier if you want to talk to Macy.”
“You’re here every night?”
“Every night except Thursday. That’s my day off.”
Gee, Ruby, why don’t you tell him your address too? Just give away all your information! It was like she had learned nothing from those stranger danger lessons they had every year in school.
Rafe nodded like he was tucking that detail away for later. He pulled a tape measure from his back pocket and went to work measuring the current tables, giving Ruby a break from his unrelenting gaze.
It was Ruby’s turn to stare.
She couldn’t help it.
She couldn’t help watching Rafe as he made his way around the room, crouching and bending across tables, his wingspan reaching across the whole thing. He was wearing a worn flannel shirt and jeans that had certainly seen better days, but they clung to him like they loved him. Like he and those jeans had been through some shit together and now they were best friends.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it from his face, and she watched the muscles flex in his exposed forearm. What was it about forearms? Why did she want to run her teeth across his?
She shook her head.
She went back to her closing tasks.
She tried very hard not to look at the sexy woodworker/possible-serial-killer man anymore, but she found her gaze wandering back to him over and over.
There was something about him. Something magnetic. Captivating. The way he moved. The way he spoke. The way he looked at her.
Rafe walking into this bar was the most interesting thing that had happened to her in years. And she was now fairly certain he wasn’t going to hack her to bits and bury her in the woods. About eighty-five percent certain.
“That should do it,” he said, straightening from the last table, his gaze finding hers again. His lips quirked up when he found her already looking at him. She didn’t bother to pretend she wasn’t. His smile grew.
“I’ll come in earlier next time,” he said.
“You do that.”
“But not on a Thursday.”
Ruby bit down on a smile of her own. “Okay.”
“See you around, Ruby.”
She lifted her hand in a wave as Rafe strode out into the darkness.
Excerpted from Big Bad Wolf by Laurie Gilmore. Copyright © 2026 by Laurie Gilmore. All rights reserved.
Ruby was wiping down tables at the end of the night when the door opened, letting in a burst of cool air. It was a reprieve from the stuffy bar, and Ruby took a deep inhale of the crisp fall breeze before speaking.
“Sorry. Last call was half an hour ago,” Ruby said without looking up. Her lower back ached from standing all night and her feet were killing her. Whoever this was could go pick up a six-pack at the twenty-four-hour market next door and let her get going. She was exhausted.
“I…”
Ruby looked up at the sound of throat-clearing.
She froze.
The man in the doorway was staring at her, his eyes an eerie silver flash in the semi-darkness. He was tall and broad, with dark hair down to his shoulders. His five o’clock shadow was more like ten o’clock, thick and dark. It was his eyes, though, that were freaking her out the most. There was something off about them, something … predatorial. If Ruby had to guess her time and place of death, it would be here, now, at the hands of this man who was most likely some kind of ax murderer.
This was what she got for wishing life around here was more exciting.
Death by psycho killer.
Why hadn’t she locked the door?
Because she’d never needed to before.
He cleared his throat again, but his voice still came out as a raspy rumble, like he didn’t use it very often. “I was looking for Macy.”
“She left for the night.” Ruby let her fingers brush the hunting rifle Macy kept under the bar. Would she have the guts to use it? Probably not.
The man’s face fell as he fidgeted awkwardly from foot to foot like he didn’t know what to do now. Ruby got the distinct feeling that he didn’t get out much. Mostly because she’d never seen him in town before and because he was still looking at her like she held the answers to the universe.
Which she definitely did not.
“Do you want to leave a message for her?”
He thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
Ruby waited.
His brow furrowed as he formulated his words. Ruby nearly laughed. Probably not the best idea when you’re possibly about to be murdered.
“Tell her I came by about the tables.”
Cryptic.
“What about the tables?”
He gave his head a little shake like he was trying to work up to having a full conversation with her, like he hadn’t expected to have to do this much talking. Maybe that’s why he came in after last call.
“Macy hired me to make new tables. I’m a woodworker.”
“Oh. Cool. I’ll tell her.”
He blew out a relieved breath. Mission accomplished. He’d delivered his message. Again, Ruby had the ill-advised urge to giggle.
“Do you need to take measurements or anything? You could do it now while we’re empty. I have to finish cleaning up anyway.”
This would be the part in the true crime doc about her murder where every expert would be baffled about why she’d asked the killer to stay.
Her best guess was that her parents’ death had knocked the ability to feel real fear about anything out of her. What did she have to be scared of when the worst possible thing had already happened? It made her immune. Death was inevitable and it had visited Ruby early in life. Not that she particularly wanted to die, but she’d made her peace with it much earlier than most people.
So maybe that was why she invited the scary man in. Or maybe, upon further inspection, he wasn’t that scary.
He seemed kinda nervous, actually.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Ruby said, watching him as he came further into the bar. She’d turned off most of the lights so the space was dim, the floor and the tabletops were sticky, and there was a giant moose head staring at them from the wall, but the man didn’t seem to notice any of that. He was still looking at her.
Heat prickled up the back of Ruby’s neck.
“What’s your name?” she asked, attempting to break the tension.
“Rafe.” It was more like a sound than a name. The rumble of it, deep and throaty from his mouth, did nothing to break the tension.
It was Ruby’s turn to clear her throat. “I’m Ruby.”
Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her mouth which she’d painted her signature deep red. His lips tipped up in the corner like this amused him, that her name matched her taste in make-up.
“Nice to meet you, Ruby.”
“Nice to meet you, too.” The wooden bar top was between them, but Rafe had inched closer during their introductions. He placed his hands on top of the scarred surface. They were big, with scars of their own on the knuckles and one jagged one across the back of his hand. Woodworking must be a rough job. Or she hoped it was anyway.
“I haven’t seen you around before,” she said, going back to wiping down the counter, avoiding Rafe’s stare and his hands.
“I keep to myself.”
She could have guessed that.
“Do you live in town?”
“Nah. I live further in country. A cabin.”
“Sounds nice.”
He shrugged his giant shoulders. He hadn’t taken any measurements yet, still too busy watching her.
“I haven’t been there too long,” he said as though that explained everything.
“How did Macy ever find you to hire you?”
Rafe let out a rusty sound that may have been a laugh. It was hard to tell. “I have an Etsy shop.”
Laughter burst out of her before she could stop it. She clapped her hands over her mouth.
“Sorry, that was rude. You have an Etsy shop?” This big scary man had an Etsy shop? Her aunt was right about that whole “don’t judge a book by its cover” thing.
A wolfish smile crossed Rafe’s face and holy shit, he was … hot.
That was unexpected, but damn, as it turned out, up close, this scary dude was really freaking good-looking. People would kill for that bone structure, and he was hiding it with scruff. It was a shame really.
“I do. It’s a good way to sell my stuff.”
Ruby blinked. Right, she’d asked a question.
“Macy found me and realized I was local. Asked me to come and take a custom order. I agreed.”
“And you decided 1am was a good time to stop by?” Ruby asked with a raised eyebrow. Who the hell was this guy? Hands like a boxer, eyes like a killer, but he sold handicrafts on Etsy? Ruby did not know what to make of this whole encounter. If she made it out alive, it’d be a hell of a story to tell Lena tomorrow.
He shrugged again. “I guess I figured I’d catch her before she went home.”
“Well, I’m usually the one to lock up, so you’ll have to come earlier if you want to talk to Macy.”
“You’re here every night?”
“Every night except Thursday. That’s my day off.”
Gee, Ruby, why don’t you tell him your address too? Just give away all your information! It was like she had learned nothing from those stranger danger lessons they had every year in school.
Rafe nodded like he was tucking that detail away for later. He pulled a tape measure from his back pocket and went to work measuring the current tables, giving Ruby a break from his unrelenting gaze.
It was Ruby’s turn to stare.
She couldn’t help it.
She couldn’t help watching Rafe as he made his way around the room, crouching and bending across tables, his wingspan reaching across the whole thing. He was wearing a worn flannel shirt and jeans that had certainly seen better days, but they clung to him like they loved him. Like he and those jeans had been through some shit together and now they were best friends.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it from his face, and she watched the muscles flex in his exposed forearm. What was it about forearms? Why did she want to run her teeth across his?
She shook her head.
She went back to her closing tasks.
She tried very hard not to look at the sexy woodworker/possible-serial-killer man anymore, but she found her gaze wandering back to him over and over.
There was something about him. Something magnetic. Captivating. The way he moved. The way he spoke. The way he looked at her.
Rafe walking into this bar was the most interesting thing that had happened to her in years. And she was now fairly certain he wasn’t going to hack her to bits and bury her in the woods. About eighty-five percent certain.
“That should do it,” he said, straightening from the last table, his gaze finding hers again. His lips quirked up when he found her already looking at him. She didn’t bother to pretend she wasn’t. His smile grew.
“I’ll come in earlier next time,” he said.
“You do that.”
“But not on a Thursday.”
Ruby bit down on a smile of her own. “Okay.”
“See you around, Ruby.”
She lifted her hand in a wave as Rafe strode out into the darkness.
Excerpted from Big Bad Wolf by Laurie Gilmore. Copyright © 2026 by Laurie Gilmore. All rights reserved.
My Review
Big Bad Wolf is a layered slow burn paranormal romance . . . and I am here for it!
Maple Hollow, Maine: Where fairytales come to life–the good, the bad, and the villainous.
I was absolutely enchanted by this small town of good natured folks who love to gossip! Small towns are also where big secrets hide. And there are secrets! Wooooo boy, are there secrets!
I love the FMC! Ruby is strong, resilient, hard working and loves her sister Lena so much. She’s also very protective of her. Lena’s health has been declining and no one seems to have any answers as to why and it is destroying Ruby piece by piece. Heart.Breaking!
I love Rafe. He's a tortured hero still trying to come to terms with his nature. He’s also struggling with past sins and can’t see past the proverbial blood staining his hands. Rafe also doesn’t think he’s good enough for Ruby and doesn’t want her to throw her life away on him. Don’t we all love a virtuous hero? Well . . . maybe not too virtuous 😉
The storyline had me glued to my screen. I had to catch myself so many times from jumping ahead to find out what happens next. It took Herculean effort to hold back the urge not to. It was that good! The characters are fun and mysterious. The storyline is exciting and suspenseful. And the chemistry between Rafe and Ruby is sizzling.
The only thing that I didn’t like about the book was that it ended in a cliffhanger.
I absolutely LOVED it and I cannot WAIT for the next book!
FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by Harper Collins via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.
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Laurie Gilmore is a #1 New York Times,Sunday Times and Globe & Mail bestselling author who writes small-town romance. Her first novel, The Pumpkin Spice Café, won the TikTok Shop Book of the Year award in 2024. Her Dream Harbor series is filled with quirky townsfolk, cozy settings, and swoon-worthy romance. She loves finding books with the perfect balance of sweetness and spice and strives for that in her own writing. Laurie is currently based in upstate New York. Learn more at www.thelauriegilmore.com
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