Winterwell Springs — 3-Book Small-Town Winter Romance Series

WINTERWELL SPRINGS

Contemporary Romance — Small-Town Winter

3-Book Series • Idaho Mountain Hot Springs • High Heat • HEA

“Three sisters. One frozen resort. And the men who teach them that being kept is not the same as being caught.”

Winterwell Springs has been breathing steam into an Idaho mountain valley for a hundred years — nine geothermal pools, a timber-and-river-stone lodge, and a switchback road nobody has plowed since November. When Vesta Winterwell dies, she leaves her three granddaughters more than a snowbound resort: she leaves each of them a reason to stay. A will that binds the eldest to a caretaker who barely speaks. A kitchen that tempts a food critic who can no longer taste. A century-old charter only a paper conservator can save.

Standing between the sisters and the springs is Commissioner Silas Thorne — a man with a leather folder, a long memory, and designs on the valley’s water. Beating him will take all three of them, and the men who refuse to let them fight alone.

Each book is a complete, standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA — and the whole valley is waiting.

Book One — Winter’s Keeper (Clover & Ansel)

“She came home to save the springs alone. The will gave half of them to the one man she can neither fire nor manage.”

Clover Winterwell drives up the pass six weeks after her grandmother’s funeral with a three-inch binder and a plan to save the place alone. Then she reads the third clause: Vesta has left the springs in joint stewardship — half to Clover, half to the caretaker.

Ansel Gray is enormous, unhurried and almost entirely silent. He does not argue with her. He warms her boots on the hearth brick before she is awake, and he answers her in block letters in the maintenance ledger, one line at a time — you write it here, I answer here. When the main bursts and the family wing freezes solid, the whole lodge shrinks to one heated kitchen, one woodstove, and two people who have run out of rooms to be careful in.

Beating the county will take six years of a caretaker’s handwriting, a design argument only Clover can make, and the one thing she has never managed in her life — and then a firm in Boise offers back the career she gave up, and she makes the mistake of leaving the offer inside the only book the two of them share.

Alternating First Person (Clover & Ansel) • HEA

Book Two — The Winter Table (Linnea & Hutch)

“A food critic who has secretly lost her sense of taste — and the chef who decides to cook her back to life.”

Linnea Winterwell arrives at the dead end of a mountain road with a book deadline, a wool blazer buttoned to the collar like armour, and a secret she has no intention of saying out loud. The middle Winterwell sister is very, very good at running a dining room from across it — every dish described in exactly the correct vocabulary, and not one flavour landing anywhere.

Hutch Delaney cooked for cameras and critics in three cities, and his whole job is noticing who eats and who only pretends to. He clocks her on day one. He does not say so. He simply starts cooking at her — a solstice tart, a duck in lavender honey, a bowl of broth pressed into her hands — because his mother’s rule was simple: you show up with a plate. Whether or not it gets eaten.

Then the storm closes the pass, forty-two stranded travellers sleep on the dining room floor, Thorne arrives with an unscheduled audit — and in Chicago, the city that broke her, a masthead is holding the chief critic’s chair open with her name on it.

Alternating First Person (Linnea & Hutch) • HEA

Book Three — The Winter Page (Birdie & Merritt)

“The only room warm enough to save the family’s century-old charter belongs to the quiet country doctor holding a letter from her dead grandmother.”

Birdie Winterwell has spent four years and one very public cancelled wedding learning how to be no trouble at all. She comes home with three crates of conservator’s tools and a smile she practises in the rearview mirror — and learns that unless somebody restores the 1911 settlement charter, the nine geothermal pools that are the whole resort become county property.

Dr. Merritt Lowe gives her his glass-roofed sunroom without making her ask twice. He seals the draft behind her bench before she notices the cold. He leaves three birch logs by the stove because birch catches faster than pine. And when he leaves one of his books open on her bench, the two of them begin a courtship conducted entirely in 4H pencil, in the white space of a medical history from 1897.

What Merritt does not give her is the wax-sealed envelope locked in his desk drawer, addressed in Vesta’s upright hand: deliver when she stops pretending she’s fine. You’ll know. Then the deadline moves, the county threatens the clinic’s own heat, and a fellowship from Seattle offers Birdie a way back out of the valley for good.

Alternating First Person (Birdie & Merritt) • HEA

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Come up the mountain. The springs are warm. ♥