Getting attacked by a bear wasn’t a part of the plan when I went on a hike —but what’s even less expected is finding this forbidden fruit in the kitchen of the closest farmhouse. Eve is everything I want but can’t have. It’s not just her ripe innocence that tells me she’s off-limits… She’s Amish … with plenty of curves hiding behind her apron. But I want to taste more than the apple sauce she’s cooking. I want all of her. But even out here in the country, nothing’s quite as simple as it seems. Dear Reader, Yes, this is a thinly veiled Amish-romance. Yes, I understand your hesitation. But trust me. This is over-the-top and filthy-sweet in the yummiest way. I promise. xo, frankie