The Kings Grove Book Bundle

Book 1: When We Let Go

♥ USA Today bestseller Delancey Stewart brings you the a suspenseful standalone novel set in the small town of Kings Grove! ♥

The only way to get what she wants is to let go of everything she thinks she knows.

I never planned to live my life in a trailer in a tiny mountain town. Funny how divorce changes your plans for you.

And I never planned to fall in love again. After Jack, I figured I was better off alone.

But Connor Charles, with his dark red hair and glowering good looks, was as compelling as he was frightening, and I knew I should stay away from him. Especially if the rumors were true.

The police were interested in Connor ... but the more I got to know him, the more I realized ...

So was I.

A full-length small-town romance with a suspenseful atmosphere, a dose of humor and a satisfying happy ever after. Once you get a taste of Kings Grove, you're going to want more!

Book 2: Open Your Eyes

What if finding the future you want means embracing the past?

The Palmer brothers are the most eligible bachelors in the small mountain town of Kings Grove. But Miranda George only has eyes for one of them—Chance. And he won’t even look her way unless it’s because she just spilled something on him.

And his brother Sam? He’s the one person in town she wishes would just disappear. After being in school together their whole lives, he knows everything about her. Including the one thing she’s never told anyone else.

Sam is intimately familiar with every adorably clutzy move Miranda’s ever made, and he can never seem say what he really means when she’s around.

When a backcountry wildfire threatens everything and everyone they both love, will Miranda and Sam be able to look beyond their complicated past and see a future that might bring them together?

This smart, funny enemies-to-lovers, small-town romance is the second book in Delancey Stewart’s Kings Grove Series.

Book 3: When We Fall

Building a future means tearing down the walls of the past...

Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It's nice to be admired, but Chance is ready for something serious, something like the love he had once before. The love he refuses to talk about.

Michaela "Mike" Grayson fell in love once. And that relationship gave her the son she'd never trade for anything, but it came with a darker side she's still trying to escape.

When Michaela's job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a potential resort destination for her company, she's not prepared for what awaits her there: a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn.

Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first love and fall again?

This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series small town romance series. Each book can be read as a standalone.

Book 4: Open Your Heart

Cameron Turner is cursed. He’s lost almost everyone he’s ever loved, and he knows better than to try again. If the universe intends for him to be alone, then that’s exactly what he’ll do, keeping to himself in his quiet Kings Grove cabin.

Harper Lyles was born in the tiny mountain town of Kings Grove, and she never planned to go back. But when her life is turned upside down and she has no choice, she vows to make the best of it. For six short months at least, and then she’s on to bigger and better things.

When Cameron rents the empty house next door to Harper, both their plans begin to change. Harper’s energy and tenacious happiness make Cameron wonder if he was really meant to be alone. And Cameron’s dark brooding appeal has Harper wondering if maybe Kings Grove isn’t so bad after all.

The fourth book in the Kings Grove series is a tale of redemption and hope, featuring edge-of-your-seat suspense, Stewart’s trademark humor, and…puppies.

Book 5: Christmas in Kings Grove

Tuck Anderson, party of one?

That’s been my whole life, mate. Seems I’m meant to be single. The failure of my last relationship is what led me to accept a friend’s offer to come live in the mountains for a while, and Kings Grove is exactly the kind of simple solitude a guy like me needs.

Except it’s pretty lonely.

And there is that hot veterinarian, Annie Gish. But I’ve learned too many times already that I am not the guy who wins at love. So when she offers to help train my crazy dogs in exchange for some help putting the winter festival together, I accept her offer against my better judgment.

I tell myself we’re going to keep it friendly. That I’m not getting involved.

But when Dr. Gish’s life turns out to be far more complicated than I imagined, I realize I’m already involved. And I’d do just about anything to see her smile again in the light of that big Kings Grove Christmas tree.

And I know she wants me too. But sometimes, life gets in the way of what we want.

Christmas in Kings Grove is a novella full of your favorite Kings Grove characters, plenty of holiday fun, and a hard-earned happy ever after.

From Open Your Heart:

Chapter 1: Miranda

“Remember, it’s all about getting the corners lined up.” My mother’s voice floated toward me when I walked into the house, and my stomach clenched. 

Oh God. I thought we’d gotten past this. 

“Just flip that second corner over the first one on your right hand.” She giggled maniacally after this line. I could deliver this entire thing from heart, getting every single inflection exactly right, I’d heard it so many times. 

“Mom, not again.” I walked into the living room to find Mom standing in front of the television, a fitted sheet dangling from her hands and tears running down her face. On the television in front of her, she stood in exactly the same position, a brighter, younger version of herself. “I thought you’d made peace with this.” 

She gave me an apologetic shrug and turned back to the television, where her younger self was just beginning to run into trouble. 

“It’s just this third corner that is always so difficult, but I promise you, everyone—once you get this one, it all just falls into place. You’ll have beautifully folded sheets from now on and that linen closet will finally be neat and orderly.” A false brightness had crept into TV Mom’s voice, along with a sharp edge of panic. I hated watching this part. 

“Mom, we should turn this off.” I walked to the television and reached to stop the DVR, but Mom stopped me.

“No, I need to see it. I just …” As Mom’s TV self started to flail miserably and blush furiously while she tried time and again to fold that bright red fitted sheet into submission on Wake Up Kings Grove, real-life Mom had folded her sheet into a perfectly tidy little square. “How could I have done that?” Mom asked me, setting the sheet on the coffee table and patting it. She sank to the couch. “How did it go so wrong?” 

I sat down beside her, dropping my keys on top of her sheet. We watched the rest together, painful as it was. 

“Maybe if you try again, slowly?” Angela Sugar, the host of King’s Grove’s morning show was trying to help TV Mom fold the sheet. “I’m sure you do this all the time successfully …”

TV Mom snapped, “I do!” Her voice was high and warbly. “I do this all the time. I’m a professional goddamn organizer. What is wrong with me?” The sheet that filled the TV screen almost blocked out Angela’s shocked face, but not quite. 

The segment was nearing its awful end, my mother next to me wracked with silent sobs. “It ruined me,” she was moaning. “It was supposed to launch my business, and instead I’m the organizing laughing stock.” 

“You’re overreacting.” She wasn’t, really. The last part of the segment, where Mom began to flip out and her face turned bright red as she flung the sheet this way and that, had gone viral on the Internet not long after it aired. Her desperate attempts to demonstrate how easy it was to fold a fitted sheet became a meme that had even popped up on my Facebook feed. And since half of Mom’s business revolved around her blog, it didn’t take long for her to catch wind of it. When that happened, she definitely overreacted. I thought it would have been great if she’d owned it, and used her flub to promote her business—“Even a professional organizer struggles to get things in order sometimes…”—something like that. But Mom had tried to pretend it never happened. Except at home, where she watched the segment on endless repeat, practicing the skill that had “ruined” her. Our linen closet was extremely tidy. 

“You can turn it off,” she sniffed as TV Mom ran from the stage, the sheet bundled in her arms and her wailing voice following behind her as Angela smiled into the camera with wide what-just-happened? eyes. 

“No, I like this next part,” I said. I put an arm around her and patted her shoulder. Angela introduced the next guest. 

“President of Palmer Construction, and the man who’s singlehandedly saving the Kings Grove campground cottages … Please help me welcome Chance Palmer!” 

My heart raced as gorgeous Chance Palmer strode confidently across the stage to give Angela a warm hug. His dark hair was waved over his forehead, cut short around the sides, and the perfect teeth showed as he smiled at her with a warmth I envied. He arranged his long limbs into the chair next to her and looked out into the camera. This was the part where I always pretended Chance was looking out at me, smiling that perfect smile at me. 

Angela leaned in when Chance got close and tried to share a knowing giggle with him as my mother’s wailing cry floated back onto the set, but Chance shook his head. “You know, I cannot fold one of those for the life of me. I usually end up in tears, too,” he said. “I think I’m going to call Esther to come take a look at my linen closet. It’s a disaster …” He smiled and there was something so sincere about him I had no doubt every person watching fell in love with him just a little bit right then. I fell in love with him a little more every time I watched him try to make my mother’s humiliation just a little bit less horrid. 

Angela was clearly won over. She smiled a moony smile at him. “Tell us about this latest project, Chance. Is it true you’re renovating the Kings Grove cottages out of the goodness of your heart?” 

Chance laughed, his low honeyed voice stirring something in my blood to life. I was warm all over as he began to speak. “I don’t know that I’d put it that way, Angela. Those cottages are part of our history—Kings Grove history. They’ve stood for almost a hundred years, and I just can’t stomach the state of disrepair they’ve fallen into. Palmer Construction has a not-for-profit foundation in addition to our primary business—and this is just the latest project for the Foundation.” 

“That’s wonderful, Chance. You’re really preserving a piece of Kings Grove history then, aren’t you?” 

Chance nodded, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead. “That’s the idea,” he said. “My great grandparents came up here as visitors in the early 1900s, and these big trees got under their skin and they stayed. I know lots of folks now who come up here as guests every summer, and those cottages are part of their experience, their family memory. I want to be sure that future generations will have the same opportunity—if not to live up here, then to have a way to visit every year.” 

I’d fallen into a kind of trance, watching Chance Palmer in the unguarded way I wanted to stare at him in real life. In front of the television I could study him, notice the way the fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, focus on how he lifted his chin just so when he made a point. I could stare at him forever. But when he came into the diner where I worked, I could barely form two words, and I usually spilled something on him just to seal the deal. 

“Miranda.” Mom was staring at me. 

When Chance’s segment ended, I turned to face her, eyebrows up in question.