
He never planned on being a father. Myles was the fun uncle. The guy his niece and nephew hung out with, not the guy they counted on. When their mother Natalie got sick, he became the guy he never thought he’d be. He sobered up, got his life in order, and was there when she no longer could be. In less than six months he had to call in the cavalry. But Myles is used to being the guy who rescues people, not the one asking for help. Lucky makes his invitation to Griffon’s Elbow sound like a vacation plan instead of the lifeline it is, and Myles grabs onto it with both hands. Steven Barrow convinced himself he was happy in his small used bookshop in his small town, with his small life. In fact, he barely ever even leaves the building anymore, and he’s good with that. One tiny little mishap, a few cut fingers, a bit of blood, and a fainting spell later, and his house takes matters into her own hands, sending up the alarm that he is not okay. The last thing Myles needs is to fall for someone during a summer vacation when he has to get the kids back to school in the fall. And Steven doesn’t leave his house, let alone cross a county just for a guy. But Griffon’s Elbow is a magical place where people end up doing things they never thought they would. Like learning to cook, and stepping out of a comfort zone or two. Even becoming a father. Maybe even falling in love. It’s summertime in Griffon’s Elbow and the houses are playing matchmaker.
Author

Jaime Samms is a plaid-hearted Canadian who spends the too-long winters writing stories about love between men and the too-short summers digging in the garden. There are dust bunnies in the corners of her house—which she blames on a husky named Kai. There are dishes on the counter—which is clearly because teenagers! There is hot coffee in the pot and the occasional meal to keep her from starving—because her husband is remarkable and patient. A multi-published author whose work has been translated into French, Italian, and German, Jaime delights in the intricate dance of words that leads her through tales of the lost and broken hearted men she writes about to the love stories that find and mend them. And when the muse is being stubborn, she also makes pretty things with yarn and fabric scraps because in her world, no heart is too broken to love, and nothing is too worn or tired it can’t be upcycled into something beautiful. All it takes is determination and the ability to see life a little bit left of center.