Harvesting with Hayes

They say when the leaves fall in Maple Ridge, the mountain men fall too.

After a bad stint in the military, I came home ready to work and needing some fun distraction. My dad sent me to Maple Ridge, Tennessee for the fall festival, with a plan to sell some of our family’s spiked cider. The family owned business, Spicy Apple, specialized in all types of cider, but if we wanted to stay afloat, we needed to expand our reach.
The last thing I expected was to meet her. A curvy treat I couldn’t resist.
But there she was, selling her own handmade jewelry. With one look, she stole my heart. With one kiss, she healed my soul.
I couldn’t let her go.
Until I had no choice.