My long-awaited divorce from my husband turned out to be the best New Year’s gift of all. Even the forced move in with my grandmother—the one I hadn’t seen for fifteen years—couldn’t dampen my boundless happiness.
But out in the forest wilderness, I unexpectedly discovered two hot guys living next door.
One problem: I don’t want a serious relationship anymore. And the guys won’t stop, blocking my way, for some reason absolutely sure that I came here looking for a new husband… or husbands! And they also call me by a faintly familiar childhood nickname—“Little Red Riding Hood.”