The gruffest broken single dad finds home with a spitfire heiress in this stormy and spicy romance by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow.

I inherited a freaking family. Thanks, Gramps. I expected the lake house, the repairs, and the weird little secrets you left behind. But sharing this place with Kane Saint and his kids? Holy potato.

Don't laugh at his name. There's nothing holy about a man this guarded and growly and scary fine. He's at war with everything except his adorable munchkins. It's a classic standoff the instant I let him stay after an awkward mix-up.

I go to work looking for my grandfather's final cryptic gift. Saint Dadzilla goes to work on me.
A helping hand I never asked for. The warmest laughs over breakfast feasts. And when one stolen kiss claims my soul, I forget this is clinically insane.

I'm in shambles. Every flaming night whispers promises we can't keep—especially when Gramps' legacy has teeth. What happens if playing house with the wrong man feels like coming home?