Determined to salvage her career after a scandal, LA event planner Morgan accepts a gig back in her rustic hometown—only to find that the lumberjane owner of the tree farm she’s there to save is the girl who broke her heart seven years ago. A steamy f/f Hallmark-style romcom.
November 25, 9:15pm
We hope you’ll consider heading up a fundraiser in Fern Falls this December. Your events at the inn were always so memorable, and your dad talks about you often. We’d love to have you around again.
Peak Perk Cafe
I jab my fresh mani at “archive email” and hope management@peakperk feels the sting of Lilac Lover in both eyeballs.
Fern Falls. Like some cafe could lure me home after seven years. Funny how Dad talks about me when he can’t be bothered to send more than a text every other week. The five-hour drive between that miniscule mountain town and Santa Monica is a freedom I won’t surrender, and I’m booked at least through bridal season 2088.
“If it isn’t Morgan Ross,” a voice booms above the roar of the bar. A collar of white chest hair peeks out from Frank’s BIG WAVE DADDY tank top as he leans across the counter to swipe at a salsa glob.
I banish my cursed Android to my pocket before it summons more ghosts from my past. “Frank.” I tilt back, praying to the core workout goddess I don’t topple off this bamboo stool. “What’s it been? A year?”
Wish it’d been longer, but my co-worker Sonia loves Five-Dollar Margarita Fridays—and I’ve exhausted my cancellation passes. The Sand Bar is between our apartments, making it tough to skip when she knows my plans for tonight (chilling with my succulents).