I wasn't supposed to be up here.
My GPS died in the storm. My truck is buried somewhere on the fire road. And the man who opened the cabin door when I pounded on it with frozen hands — massive, quiet, holding a ladle — was not part of any field research I'd planned.
There's only one bed.
He insists I take it. I insist we share it. We establish ground rules that last exactly one night before my body makes its own arrangements.
He doesn't talk much. But he listens like I'm the only thing worth hearing. He builds things with his hands, cooks like he means it, and runs the mountain boundary every night like he's protecting something.
I'm a wildlife biologist. I follow evidence.
The evidence says he is not just a man.
And I'm already in too deep to be afraid of what that means.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
My GPS died in the storm. My truck is buried somewhere on the fire road. And the man who opened the cabin door when I pounded on it with frozen hands — massive, quiet, holding a ladle — was not part of any field research I'd planned.
There's only one bed.
He insists I take it. I insist we share it. We establish ground rules that last exactly one night before my body makes its own arrangements.
He doesn't talk much. But he listens like I'm the only thing worth hearing. He builds things with his hands, cooks like he means it, and runs the mountain boundary every night like he's protecting something.
I'm a wildlife biologist. I follow evidence.
The evidence says he is not just a man.
And I'm already in too deep to be afraid of what that means.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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