laugh out loud why choose romance

Who knew a blizzard could bring so much heat?

I’m not worried about the freak snowstorm in March stranding me in my brother’s cabin in the Minnesota woods. I’m here to drown myself in textbooks—and junk food—and get ready for my big exams, so another couple of days won’t matter.

Except, three of my brother’s friends are also stranded here with me.

Their guys’ get-away started early thanks to my matchmaking grandmother and now we’re all trapped together.

Okay, I’m maybe a little worried.

Not because I’m scared. Uh…nope, that’s not why my heart is pounding so hard suddenly.

Mischievous blue eyes. Flirty grins. Sexy innuendoes. Sweet caregiving. Hunky muscles, tattoos, big…feet.

You get the idea.

I generally find animals easier to deal with than people, especially men. That’s why I’ve been so focused on veterinary school rather than dating. It’s also probably why I still have my v-card. (Fine, it’s definitely why).

But I’ve hit the testosterone jackpot and this is the perfect opportunity to practice my flirting. Or get some advice about men. Or maybe even something more.

My inexperience is such a nuisance. But the more time I spend with the cinnamon roll firefighter Wyatt, the golden retriever millionaire Jackson, and the broody fire Chief Luke, the more I think one of them might be happy to help *ahem* expand my horizons.

The problem is, I can’t choose between them. So maybe they’ll all be willing to help a girl out…