They call me Skidder.
Former military. Logger. Built to control machines and men. I don’t talk unless it matters—and when I take charge, no one argues.
Her car is hanging over the edge of my logging road, one slip from falling. She’s shaking behind the wheel, baby screaming in the backseat. And the man stalking up behind her? I know his type. I’ve ended men like him.
‘Stay back,’ I warn my crew. ‘You move her, she dies.’
I step in. Take control. Pull her out inch by inch. When she’s finally in my arms, her body fits too damn well—soft, shaking, trusting me without knowing why. My hand settles on her lower back. Possessive. Protective. Permanent.
She’s running from a husband who wants her dead. I’ve already decided how this ends.
Because once I touch her, once she’s under my protection, she’s mine to keep. And anyone who comes for her will go through me.
I don’t lose.
And I don’t share.
On my mountain, I’m the law. And she’s my claim.
This season, the snow is falling… and the flannel is coming off.
Introducing Merry Axe-Mas, a swoony, steamy holiday romance collaboration where rough-around-the-edges lumberjacksmeet their match in small towns, cozy cabins, and forced-proximity madness.
This holiday season join your favorite romance authors—because we’re putting the naughty in nice.
Genre: Romance
Former military. Logger. Built to control machines and men. I don’t talk unless it matters—and when I take charge, no one argues.
Her car is hanging over the edge of my logging road, one slip from falling. She’s shaking behind the wheel, baby screaming in the backseat. And the man stalking up behind her? I know his type. I’ve ended men like him.
‘Stay back,’ I warn my crew. ‘You move her, she dies.’
I step in. Take control. Pull her out inch by inch. When she’s finally in my arms, her body fits too damn well—soft, shaking, trusting me without knowing why. My hand settles on her lower back. Possessive. Protective. Permanent.
She’s running from a husband who wants her dead. I’ve already decided how this ends.
Because once I touch her, once she’s under my protection, she’s mine to keep. And anyone who comes for her will go through me.
I don’t lose.
And I don’t share.
On my mountain, I’m the law. And she’s my claim.
This season, the snow is falling… and the flannel is coming off.
Introducing Merry Axe-Mas, a swoony, steamy holiday romance collaboration where rough-around-the-edges lumberjacksmeet their match in small towns, cozy cabins, and forced-proximity madness.
This holiday season join your favorite romance authors—because we’re putting the naughty in nice.
Genre: Romance