Trav
I've got 120 feet of steel between me and the rest of the world, and that's exactly how I want it.
After a bullet tore through my shoulder last season and nearly took me out alongside everything else that went sideways on this mountain, I'm done with outsiders.
I watch the forest.
I report the smoke.
I stay up here where it's quiet and nothing can blindside me.
And then she shows up at the base of my tower — muddy boots, a field pack, and zero apology for being lost on my mountain.
Coral Hanscom says she's a conservationist, here to survey the wildlife corridor before fire season closes it out.
She says she just needs a place to wait out the smoke.
She says she's not a threat.
My shoulder says differently.
My gut says differently.
But the fire on the eastern ridge doesn't care what either of us thinks.
And the longer she stays, the more I realize the thing I'm most afraid of isn't the smoke.
It's her.
Coral
I did not plan to spend my fall survey clinging to a ladder on a century-old lookout tower while a former California surfer glares at me from the doorway like I'm the one starting fires.
Travis Morton is suspicious, guarded, and absolutely infuriating.
He's also the only person within twelve miles who knows how this mountain breathes, and when the wind shifts and the smoke turns black on the ridge I've been documenting for months, I need him.
I didn't expect the scars or the careful way he carries the shoulder that clearly still gives him grief.
I didn't expect the way he watches the forest like he loves it, or the way he watches me like he's trying to figure out if I'm worth the risk.
He's been burned before.
Not just by the fire.
And me?
I'm just trying to save a wildlife corridor from going up in smoke — not fall for the man who guards it from above.
But the closer the fire gets, the harder it is to remember which one of us is more dangerous to the other.
Some fires can't be contained.
High above the Black Timber Peak wilderness, firewatch towers stand sentinel over miles of untamed forest and in each one, a FireHawk who's made peace with the silence. Until the wrong woman shows up and shatters it completely. Rugged, possessive, and utterly alone, these alpha men are about to discover that the most dangerous thing on the mountain isn't the fire. It's her. High towers, instalove, short love stories, and enough heat to light up the entire range all with guaranteed happily ever afters, no cheating, and no cliffhangers.
The Black Timber Peak FireHawks are watching. And they never let anything burn unchecked. Come get hot today!
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I've got 120 feet of steel between me and the rest of the world, and that's exactly how I want it.
After a bullet tore through my shoulder last season and nearly took me out alongside everything else that went sideways on this mountain, I'm done with outsiders.
I watch the forest.
I report the smoke.
I stay up here where it's quiet and nothing can blindside me.
And then she shows up at the base of my tower — muddy boots, a field pack, and zero apology for being lost on my mountain.
Coral Hanscom says she's a conservationist, here to survey the wildlife corridor before fire season closes it out.
She says she just needs a place to wait out the smoke.
She says she's not a threat.
My shoulder says differently.
My gut says differently.
But the fire on the eastern ridge doesn't care what either of us thinks.
And the longer she stays, the more I realize the thing I'm most afraid of isn't the smoke.
It's her.
Coral
I did not plan to spend my fall survey clinging to a ladder on a century-old lookout tower while a former California surfer glares at me from the doorway like I'm the one starting fires.
Travis Morton is suspicious, guarded, and absolutely infuriating.
He's also the only person within twelve miles who knows how this mountain breathes, and when the wind shifts and the smoke turns black on the ridge I've been documenting for months, I need him.
I didn't expect the scars or the careful way he carries the shoulder that clearly still gives him grief.
I didn't expect the way he watches the forest like he loves it, or the way he watches me like he's trying to figure out if I'm worth the risk.
He's been burned before.
Not just by the fire.
And me?
I'm just trying to save a wildlife corridor from going up in smoke — not fall for the man who guards it from above.
But the closer the fire gets, the harder it is to remember which one of us is more dangerous to the other.
Some fires can't be contained.
High above the Black Timber Peak wilderness, firewatch towers stand sentinel over miles of untamed forest and in each one, a FireHawk who's made peace with the silence. Until the wrong woman shows up and shatters it completely. Rugged, possessive, and utterly alone, these alpha men are about to discover that the most dangerous thing on the mountain isn't the fire. It's her. High towers, instalove, short love stories, and enough heat to light up the entire range all with guaranteed happily ever afters, no cheating, and no cliffhangers.
The Black Timber Peak FireHawks are watching. And they never let anything burn unchecked. Come get hot today!
Genre: Romantic Suspense