This winter finds Kemp Trumble in a pickle along Lake Erie as he attempts to seek out some quiet time to finish writing his next best-selling thriller. Not only does he think the lumberjack next door is loud and annoying, but he also believes the stud alluring, a heavy distraction, and sexy.<br><br>Kemp purposely tries to keep his distance from Jack Manwood, knowing they rub each other the wrong way. To no avail, Kemp seems to constantly run into Jack. No matter how much Kemp steers clear of the hot neighbor, Jack is always around, here and there, everywhere.<br><br>Unpredictably, these two different men, one from the back woods and one from the city, find common ground: drinks at Timbers, manly hugs, and the annual Lumberjack Competition, which they both attend. But are Kemp and Jack's similarities strong enough to escalate their friendly relationship into boyfriendhood? Or will they remain separated by miles of lumber and broken hearts?

Lumberjack

He continued, “And you’re writing isn’t worthy of any prize. You’re not that good at it.”


That hit me worse than his comment about my flattering. Obviously, he knew of my books and had read them. Jack could have lunged the tip of any sword in my chest and it wouldn’t have stung me like his opinion of my written work. Numb and speechless, I simply stood there with an open mouth, immovable. Surprised. Bitten. Confused. Jelly on legs.


He ended our brief encounter with a humphsound and: “I thought we could be kind neighbors together. Guess I was wrong. My suggestion: take your fag fancy ass back to the city as soon as you can.”


I watched him walk away with his basket, obviously unharmed by our encounter. Part of that was an aphrodisiac for me. Bye, bye, Brute. We’ll meet again…soon.


Frankly, between you and me, all I could think about was rather selfish as he walked away: damn, he has a sexy ass in his tight jeans; something I want.


Chapter 5