One bed. One storm. And a man who decides she fits better beside him than anywhere else.
Lucia:
All I wanted was to win a stupid fifty-dollar dare. Spend one night on the mountain and prove I can survive. That’s all.
What I get is rain that shouldn’t happen, a sore ankle, and hurt pride.
At least the cabin hidden deep in the trees is there to keep me dry.
There’s food, a shower, and a nice big bed to wait out the storm on.
Waking up to a scarred, silent mountain man watching me is the cost of the best sleep in my life.
Dawson should scare me, but it’s not fear filling my chest. It’s something far hotter.
The rain won’t let up, the mountain isn’t safe, and now I’m stuck in his cabin—wearing his things, taking up his small space, and feeling something way too intense, way too fast.
I came up here to prove I could survive one night.
I didn’t expect to find a man who makes me want to stay.
Dawson:
No one comes this far up my mountain.
That’s the point.
So when I walk into my cabin and find it disturbed, I know someone made a mistake.
I expect a problem. Instead, I find her. Lucia. Soft, stubborn, and completely out of her depth.
Rather than kicking her out, there’s a demand to let her stay. It’s a mistake I discover the more time I spend with her.
Quiet moments that turn heavy with something I shouldn’t want. Something I can’t seem to stop wanting. The isolation makes everything else inevitable.
I tell myself I’m just keeping her safe. Keeping her warm.
But every hour she’s under my roof, the line between protection and possession gets thinner.
Now that she’s made herself at home, I don’t want her to leave.
I want her to be mine.
Genre: Romance
Lucia:
All I wanted was to win a stupid fifty-dollar dare. Spend one night on the mountain and prove I can survive. That’s all.
What I get is rain that shouldn’t happen, a sore ankle, and hurt pride.
At least the cabin hidden deep in the trees is there to keep me dry.
There’s food, a shower, and a nice big bed to wait out the storm on.
Waking up to a scarred, silent mountain man watching me is the cost of the best sleep in my life.
Dawson should scare me, but it’s not fear filling my chest. It’s something far hotter.
The rain won’t let up, the mountain isn’t safe, and now I’m stuck in his cabin—wearing his things, taking up his small space, and feeling something way too intense, way too fast.
I came up here to prove I could survive one night.
I didn’t expect to find a man who makes me want to stay.
Dawson:
No one comes this far up my mountain.
That’s the point.
So when I walk into my cabin and find it disturbed, I know someone made a mistake.
I expect a problem. Instead, I find her. Lucia. Soft, stubborn, and completely out of her depth.
Rather than kicking her out, there’s a demand to let her stay. It’s a mistake I discover the more time I spend with her.
Quiet moments that turn heavy with something I shouldn’t want. Something I can’t seem to stop wanting. The isolation makes everything else inevitable.
I tell myself I’m just keeping her safe. Keeping her warm.
But every hour she’s under my roof, the line between protection and possession gets thinner.
Now that she’s made herself at home, I don’t want her to leave.
I want her to be mine.
Genre: Romance
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