Lorna

When a brutal frost threatens to wipe out my flower farm, my neighbors show up at 2 AM like they've been waiting for an excuse. Tarps. Heaters. Flashlights cutting through the dark. And three bodies I've spent a year trying not to imagine between my legs. Leo's the one with the hands—calloused, commanding, made for pinning me down. Levi's the one with the mouth—filth wrapped in poetry, voice pitched to ruin. And Hudson? Hudson's the smile that makes trouble sound like foreplay. I've been good. I've been careful. I've raised my twins. Built this business from the ground up. Kept my hunger buried under years of celibacy and closed bedroom doors. But now they're in my fields. In my home. In my head. And when Leo backs me against his workshop wall, when Levi tells me exactly how he wants me, when Hudson slides his hands under my sweater like he owns the right to every inch of skin— I let them in. They're not just here to save my farm. They're here for me. Every inch. Every moan. Every ragged breath I've locked away for years. They want to make up for every second I spent pretending I didn't want this. Didn't want them. On this island, falling for one man would be reckless. Falling for three? That's scandal written in sweat and skin. Let them whisper. Let them judge. I've held myself together long enough. Perfect for those who crave single-mom why-choose romance, protective neighbors, small-town island tension, found family, slow-burn ignition, obsessive devotion, forced proximity, and three men who worship their heroine as fiercely as they touch her.