He’s built like a wall of flannel and sin.
I’m the city girl who just got rescued in a blizzard… by the grumpiest lumberjack in Montana.
And now we’re snowed in with one bed, one fireplace, and absolutely zero chance of staying ‘just friends.’
When my car slides off an icy mountain road, I expect a tow truck—not a towering, bearded lumberjack with an axe, a cabin deep in the pines, and a voice that sounds like trouble. He says his name is Beck Ironwood (yes, really), and he’ll keep me safe until the storm passes.
Simple, right?
Except the danger isn’t just the weather. Someone’s been following me. Someone who doesn’t want me making it back down the mountain.
So Beck locks the doors, loads the generator, and lays down his rules:
Stay inside. Stay close. And do not tempt him.
Too late.
Because the more the world closes in, the more Beck feels like home—warm hands, wicked mouth, and a possessive streak that makes my knees go wobbly. He swears he’s not the ‘settle down’ type.
But when he looks at me like I’m his?
When he says he’ll keep me… and mean it?
Yeah. I’m not leaving Timber Creek without a story.
And Beck Ironwood might just give me the one thing I never knew I was craving—a forever… with benefits.
Rescue romance. Forced proximity. One bed. Grumpy lumberjack/sunshine heroine. Protective ‘mine’ vibes. Small-town mountain chaos. Romcom banter + big spice. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance
I’m the city girl who just got rescued in a blizzard… by the grumpiest lumberjack in Montana.
And now we’re snowed in with one bed, one fireplace, and absolutely zero chance of staying ‘just friends.’
When my car slides off an icy mountain road, I expect a tow truck—not a towering, bearded lumberjack with an axe, a cabin deep in the pines, and a voice that sounds like trouble. He says his name is Beck Ironwood (yes, really), and he’ll keep me safe until the storm passes.
Simple, right?
Except the danger isn’t just the weather. Someone’s been following me. Someone who doesn’t want me making it back down the mountain.
So Beck locks the doors, loads the generator, and lays down his rules:
Stay inside. Stay close. And do not tempt him.
Too late.
Because the more the world closes in, the more Beck feels like home—warm hands, wicked mouth, and a possessive streak that makes my knees go wobbly. He swears he’s not the ‘settle down’ type.
But when he looks at me like I’m his?
When he says he’ll keep me… and mean it?
Yeah. I’m not leaving Timber Creek without a story.
And Beck Ironwood might just give me the one thing I never knew I was craving—a forever… with benefits.
Rescue romance. Forced proximity. One bed. Grumpy lumberjack/sunshine heroine. Protective ‘mine’ vibes. Small-town mountain chaos. Romcom banter + big spice. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance