This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer Snow. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Entangled Publishing, LLC

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Amara is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.

Edited by Liz Pelletier

Cover design by Bree Archer

Cover art by JACOB LUND/Stocksy,
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ISBN 978-1-64937-037-2

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2021

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A Lot Like Forever

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Under an Alaskan Sky

A Sweet Alaskan Fall

Stars Over Alaska

Alaska Reunion

Colorado Ice Series

Maybe This Time

Maybe This Love

Maybe This Christmas

A Lot Like Love is a sweet, small-town romance that is full of hope and heart, but there are images and themes that might be triggering to some readers. Widowhood, death, and mentions of WWII and prisoner of war camps appear in the novel. Readers who may be sensitive to these elements, please take note.

Dedication

To “Ronnie from L.A.” and Marla W. Carpe Diem!

Chapter One

Chapter One

This was how she was going to die.

With her lower body dangling below the splintered landing on the spiraling staircase of the B&B, Sarah Lewis supported her weight as best she could on the broken wood around her. She’d fallen through and had been hanging there for almost seven minutes, and according to her Apple Watch her heart rate was reaching a dangerous level.

Her inheritance of Dove’s Nest B&B felt more like punishment the longer she was stuck there. The ominous water damage bubble on the ceiling above her head looked ready to pop any second, and the yellowing of the ceiling tiles in other areas suggested it wasn’t the first warning sign that the place needed a new roof.

She tried pulling herself out of the hole, but each upward motion of her body caused spikes of wood to dig into the exposed flesh at her waist. She winced, squirming to get more comfortable as the wood threatened to impale her. Glancing down through the opening in the shards was terrifying. She couldn’t go up…could she go down? The drop was only about twelve feet…

She could survive the fall, but her body was literally trapped. Up or down required significant bravery that she simply did not have right now.