Aching for the Lumbersnack (Lumbersnacks of Appleridge #3)

When I arrived at my first massage appointment, I didn’t expect the masseuse to turn my insides to mush. One look and she had me hooked. But she didn’t get involved with clients.

Totally understandable. Yet when I was there for her after a nasty fall, feelings grew stronger. Feelings we couldn’t ignore. After I bandaged her wounds, she kissed me. There was no going back now.

I claimed her as mine. From now until eternity, I’d always be her client. In more ways than one.