Some stories cant be written—they can only be lived.
BRYNN
I came to Montana to find the passion Ive only ever written about. Manhattans suffocating walls and my publishers cutting criticism have pushed me to the edge. They say my love scenes lack authenticity, that I know nothing about real desire. A sudden mountain storm, a slick road, and one catastrophic skid later, Im stranded in a ditch, freezing and terrified. Just when Im certain Ill become another cautionary tale, he appears—a mountain of a man with eyes that have seen things no one should ever have to see.
MACK
I didnt want company. I didnt want connection. The mountains were my sanctuary, my dog my only companion. After what happened on my last mission, people were the last thing I needed. My scars—both the visible and invisible ones—were a warning to stay away. But there she was, shivering and half-frozen in a crashed car, looking more lost than any human Id ever seen. Something in me couldnt just walk away. Something in me knew rescue was about more than just saving a life.
Some boundaries are meant to be crossed. Some walls are meant to be torn down.
