The Peppermint Lodge

When life hands you a hunky, rich hockey player…say yes.

But Cassandra isn’t used to accepting help—and especially not from a sweet-talking, hunky man with more cash than she’s seen in her lifetime. And anyway, she’s got problems that are bigger than his bank account…

Single dad Landon isn’t used to hearing no. Especially when he knows the only thing holding Cass back from agreeing to be his nanny is her pride and unfounded fears.

How can he convince her that he’s worth counting on when it comes to helping her sick son, and she’s the best thing for his headstrong young daughter?

It’s hard to keep saying no.

Especially when love starts to grow…

Too bad they agreed to live together out of convenience—and not out of love.

Is it too late to change their deal?

Find out in The Peppermint Lodge, a standalone sweet romance set in the small town of Sweetheart Creek, Texas. Enjoy hockey players, ranchers, single moms and single dads, crazy errant armadillos, laughter and tears all within this sweet relationship of convenience romance.

“I’m Landon.” He offered his hand to Cass. She shook it firmly, her eyes assessing him.
“Dragons?” she asked, referring to the NHL San Antonio Dragons, the local pro hockey team that both he and Maverick played for.
“Goalie,” he said. One of the most important positions on the team. Not that they had a decent defense, which meant he allowed way too many pucks past him to make him happy. Or to make him look good. He felt like he no longer deserved his nickname, The Blockade.
“And is this your daughter?” Cass asked, gesturing to Rylnn, who was now doing little twirls near a pale-looking boy who was slightly taller than she was.
“Yeah,” Landon said. “This is Rylnn.”
“My name is Cassandra, but everybody calls me Cass.” She crouched down to talk to Rylnn. “And this is my son, Dusty. He’s my date tonight.”
Dusty, in his cowboy hat and jeans, gave Rylnn’s hand a very serious shake. Rylnn curtsied and said something that sounded princessy. Landon really hoped this was a normal phase of childhood and not the beginnings of a personality disorder. Dusty looked confused, until another boy in a cowboy hat tugged him away with promises of a monster truck battle.
A two-step started, and the DJ’s voice boomed through the room. “The next dance is for the moms out there. Kids, take your mothers onto the floor.” There was a pause before the DJ singled out one of the grown men along the sidelines. “You, too, Ryan. Show Maria you appreciate the hours she’s put into keeping you in line. Carly, give him a push, would you?”
The crowd laughed as a woman with curls as wild as Rylnn’s obliged and gave her man a nudge toward what must be his mother.
Landon glanced back at Rylnn. Her eyes had turned huge again, and her bottom lip was quivering.
Landon’s heart squeezed.
Take your mothers onto the floor…
He had his arms out to sweep her into a hug, but before he knew it, Cass was intercepting his daughter, drawing her onto the floor and asking to be shown some princess dance moves. As Landon sank back in his seat and rested his ankle, he decided this Cassandra must be an angel sent from above.