He's the salty fisherman whose family owns miles of coastline...she's the business-savvy realtor looking for oceanfront property to develop. The coast of Maine may not be everybody's dream place to live, but for me, it's home. Miles and miles of shoreline have been in my family's possession for well over a hundred years, and I have no intention of letting that change, either. So when Stella Stewart, the sassy property developer, lands in town, ready to make an offer for the family property, she finds out fast that coming here from New York ... well that was a wasted trip. I don't want her money; I just want her gone. No matter how much I enjoy looking at her. But when back-to-back nor'easters ground all flights in and out of Maine, Stella suddenly ends up with no place to go besides my family's Christmas celebration. And she has no place to stay-besides my house. In my bed. I may be the salty fisherman. But she's just ... salty. At least I thought she was until I spent some time with her. Now, I'm not so sure. But I do know one thing ... I'm suddenly not quite ready for her to leave town.