I don't have an address.
Not a temporary one. Not anywhere. Twenty-six years on the road and I have never once let a town close over the space where I stood.
Then the sleet drives me through a library door in a county I've never heard of, and a woman looks up over the top of a book and asks if I'm here for the card catalogue or the heat.
Forty minutes later I know exactly what she is, and it terrifies me — because I have already learned what it costs to lose the one thing that stays.
I'm leaving Thursday.
Except the storm doesn't swing east. The road closes. And I get snowed into one warm room with her, forty thousand books, and nowhere on God's earth left to run.
She's spent thirty-three years waiting to be asked to go.
I'm the last man alive who should be the one asking.
Steamy instalove. Curvy small-town librarian. Nomad alpha biker. Age gap. Snowed in forced proximity. Grumpy loner meets sunshine. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger.
Genre: Romance
Not a temporary one. Not anywhere. Twenty-six years on the road and I have never once let a town close over the space where I stood.
Then the sleet drives me through a library door in a county I've never heard of, and a woman looks up over the top of a book and asks if I'm here for the card catalogue or the heat.
Forty minutes later I know exactly what she is, and it terrifies me — because I have already learned what it costs to lose the one thing that stays.
I'm leaving Thursday.
Except the storm doesn't swing east. The road closes. And I get snowed into one warm room with her, forty thousand books, and nowhere on God's earth left to run.
She's spent thirty-three years waiting to be asked to go.
I'm the last man alive who should be the one asking.
Steamy instalove. Curvy small-town librarian. Nomad alpha biker. Age gap. Snowed in forced proximity. Grumpy loner meets sunshine. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger.
Genre: Romance