Two authors walk into a bar... Only it wasn't a bar. It was a hotel in the small town of Sugarplum Falls, and it was completely booked. Of course fate couldn't be satisfied with leaving us stranded during the worst blizzard on record. No, it had to toss in a tiny cabin with only one bed as the cherry on top. I hadn't planned to take a last-minute trip, but when the deadline for my book was breathing...