Frosty Mountain Man
(2026)(A book in the Cold Mountain Nights series)
A novel by Joann Baker and Patricia Mason
Some hearts aren't broken. They're frozen.
ELLE
My job was simple. Drive up a mountain, get the reclusive billionaire turned mountain man to sign the contracts, drive back down. Three hours, tops.
Nobody mentioned the man looked like he'd been carved from the same ice capping his mountain — six-foot-four, unreadable, and about as welcoming as a frosty October morning.
Nobody mentioned the way he'd take one look at my heels, my curves, my briefcase and shut the door in my face.
Turns out Harrison doesn't do warm. Doesn't do welcome. He barely does words.
I've survived worse than a grumpy billionaire who thinks silence is a personality trait. What I haven't survived was watching that ice crack.
Just for a second.
Just for me.
HARRISON
Ten years ago, a woman dressed in white walked away from me and taught me everything I needed to know about trust. I stopped needing anyone's warmth. I moved to Lone Mountain, Montana, where silence kept people out better than any door does.
Then my grandfather sent her. Curvy. Mouthy. Talks enough for both of us and doesn't seem to notice — or care — that I don't talk back.
I've never minded being called cold or that the ice around my heart grows a little thicker with each passing year.
I mind now.
Because of her.
Frosty Mountain Man — A steamy grumpy/sunshine mountain man romance featuring a curvy heroine, a reclusive billionaire, instal-love, plenty of spice, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Genre: Romance
ELLE
My job was simple. Drive up a mountain, get the reclusive billionaire turned mountain man to sign the contracts, drive back down. Three hours, tops.
Nobody mentioned the man looked like he'd been carved from the same ice capping his mountain — six-foot-four, unreadable, and about as welcoming as a frosty October morning.
Nobody mentioned the way he'd take one look at my heels, my curves, my briefcase and shut the door in my face.
Turns out Harrison doesn't do warm. Doesn't do welcome. He barely does words.
I've survived worse than a grumpy billionaire who thinks silence is a personality trait. What I haven't survived was watching that ice crack.
Just for a second.
Just for me.
HARRISON
Ten years ago, a woman dressed in white walked away from me and taught me everything I needed to know about trust. I stopped needing anyone's warmth. I moved to Lone Mountain, Montana, where silence kept people out better than any door does.
Then my grandfather sent her. Curvy. Mouthy. Talks enough for both of us and doesn't seem to notice — or care — that I don't talk back.
I've never minded being called cold or that the ice around my heart grows a little thicker with each passing year.
I mind now.
Because of her.
Frosty Mountain Man — A steamy grumpy/sunshine mountain man romance featuring a curvy heroine, a reclusive billionaire, instal-love, plenty of spice, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Genre: Romance