I need to stop wasting my time pining for a man who barely knows I exist. I have pies to make and a business to plan for, but autumn is coming, and, I've been told, when the leaves fall in Maple Ridge, the mountain men fall too. Stella Maple Ridge, Tennessee boasts the state's clearest lakes, a bustling town, and some of the most gorgeous mountain men to ever grace this earth. Porter Sommers is practically a recluse. A salt of the earth, genuine mountain man who comes to town once a week for food and supplies. He stops at the diner I work at every week, sits in the same booth, orders one slice of pie, a cup of coffee, and leaves with barely two words thrown my way. And, yet, my heart has belonged to him from the first day our worlds collided almost five months ago. If that man knew what I dream about doing with him every night...I worry he'd never come down the mountain again. instalove, mountain man, small town, opposites attract