Forced proximity. One bed. Found family. Protector heat. I’m Haven 7’s resident troublemaker—not a babysitter.
So when a runaway socialite barrels into Timber Creek with a designer suitcase, a dead phone, and panic in her eyes, I get the assignment I don’t want: keep her hidden. Keep her safe.
Keep my hands to myself. Yeah… good luck with that. She’s grumpy in expensive boots and a mouth that could start a bar fight. I’m a sunshiney mountain protector with a cabin, a blizzard, and one bed.
The more she pushes my buttons, the more I want to claim her—and the more I realize her secrets could bring a ruthless enemy straight to Haven 7’s doorstep.
Now the storm’s closing in… and so are they.
