Bennett Vanderberg has a pretty f*cking nice life. Once she belonged to us. Before she hightailed it out of Stayman with the ink still drying on her diploma. Before she went to culinary school and opened her own restaurant, working her fingers to the bone making her dreams come true. She left me here, with the brooding and morose Whittaker, and my sullen a**hole of a brother Smith. I thought I’d accepted that we were never going to be enough to bring her home. Now she’s back in town, full of secrets and toting a tall, handsome, b*tch bonnet wearing prick who thinks she belongs to him. Little did I know it would only take one phone call. That bomb that exploded her life blew up ours too. Stayman, and our hearts, will never be the same. She thinks she can waltz back here, take care of business, and leave again without cleaning up the mess she left behind. She’s wrong. I’ll do anything necessary to keep her here, including enlisting the man she brought with her. Christmas will never be the same for any of us. *** Cider House Fools is an MMMFM romance with dominant themes of grief and illness. It's also sexy AF. This story will resonant with anyone who has suffered loss and come out on the other side. If you are still finding your way through your pain, this story may not be for you. Please contact the author for a specific list of triggers, on any of her multiple social media accounts. You will also find a list pinned in her reader group. (This story may also not be right for you if your avoiding holiday food this year either... You're gonna get hungry, I guarantee it!) ***