She has ten days to price out my mill and recommend the bank take it. I've got ten days to make sure she never goes back down that mountain.
Morgan
I gave the fire service twenty-two years. Now I cut timber on Granitehart Ridge, mill beams that outlast the men who order them, and keep to myself.
Then the bank sends Helena Lamott up my road with a clipboard and a deadline.
She's soft everywhere and exhausted, and I see through it when she says she’s fine. Twenty-six years of being the one they send to deliver bad news, and nobody has ever stood between her and anything.
So I do. That's the whole decision, and I make it the first afternoon.
On day three, the creek takes out the crossing and mine is the only house up here. I don't give her options.
I shut the saw down at noon to make her lunch. I dry her boots by the stove while she works at my table and apologizes for the room she's taking up.
She keeps saying ten days like it's a fact.
I’ve already decided she's mine. The whole Ridge will know it before she lets herself believe it.
Helena
Ten days. Walk his yard, file the report, take his mill, and go.
Then Morgan Burroughs, who should want me off his mountain, asks what I need and means it.
He's enormous and quiet, and he won't let me skip a meal. When the road goes out, he doesn't offer me choices. He puts my bag in his room and tells me I’m staying.
When he finally puts his hands on me, he takes his time. He won't let me hurry him past the parts of myself I've spent my life covering up. He handles my curves like a man who's been waiting a long time for exactly this.
The firm calls with the partnership I've worked for years to earn. But this lumberjack’s the first person who’s ever made me feel seen.
He's been remodeling his spare room since the day I arrived, with south-facing windows and my initials carved over the door.
He never had to ask me to stay. He'd already built me somewhere to come home to.
Tropes You'll Love
Ex-firefighter lumberjack hero
Quiet hero with rescuer instinct
Curvy, burned-out corporate heroine
Instalove, he falls first and decides fast
She's sent to liquidate his livelihood
Ten-day countdown
Washed-out road, only one house on the mountain
He moves her in and doesn't ask
"Let me feed you" caretaking
Acts of service devotion
He's building her a future she hasn't agreed to
Body positive worship
Size difference
Later in life
Public small-town claiming
Found family
Low-angst comfort read
Guaranteed forever HEA
This steamy escape delivers instalove, instant obsession, no cliffhangers, and no cheating. Safe, swoony, and just the right length for a satisfying binge.
What to expect from Tiffany Bloom's stories
My stories bring the steam and the heart, full of feeling, a little sweet, and a little addictive. You'll always get a safe, satisfying love story with a guaranteed HEA every time.
Morgan
I gave the fire service twenty-two years. Now I cut timber on Granitehart Ridge, mill beams that outlast the men who order them, and keep to myself.
Then the bank sends Helena Lamott up my road with a clipboard and a deadline.
She's soft everywhere and exhausted, and I see through it when she says she’s fine. Twenty-six years of being the one they send to deliver bad news, and nobody has ever stood between her and anything.
So I do. That's the whole decision, and I make it the first afternoon.
On day three, the creek takes out the crossing and mine is the only house up here. I don't give her options.
I shut the saw down at noon to make her lunch. I dry her boots by the stove while she works at my table and apologizes for the room she's taking up.
She keeps saying ten days like it's a fact.
I’ve already decided she's mine. The whole Ridge will know it before she lets herself believe it.
Helena
Ten days. Walk his yard, file the report, take his mill, and go.
Then Morgan Burroughs, who should want me off his mountain, asks what I need and means it.
He's enormous and quiet, and he won't let me skip a meal. When the road goes out, he doesn't offer me choices. He puts my bag in his room and tells me I’m staying.
When he finally puts his hands on me, he takes his time. He won't let me hurry him past the parts of myself I've spent my life covering up. He handles my curves like a man who's been waiting a long time for exactly this.
The firm calls with the partnership I've worked for years to earn. But this lumberjack’s the first person who’s ever made me feel seen.
He's been remodeling his spare room since the day I arrived, with south-facing windows and my initials carved over the door.
He never had to ask me to stay. He'd already built me somewhere to come home to.
Tropes You'll Love
Ex-firefighter lumberjack hero
Quiet hero with rescuer instinct
Curvy, burned-out corporate heroine
Instalove, he falls first and decides fast
She's sent to liquidate his livelihood
Ten-day countdown
Washed-out road, only one house on the mountain
He moves her in and doesn't ask
"Let me feed you" caretaking
Acts of service devotion
He's building her a future she hasn't agreed to
Body positive worship
Size difference
Later in life
Public small-town claiming
Found family
Low-angst comfort read
Guaranteed forever HEA
This steamy escape delivers instalove, instant obsession, no cliffhangers, and no cheating. Safe, swoony, and just the right length for a satisfying binge.
What to expect from Tiffany Bloom's stories
My stories bring the steam and the heart, full of feeling, a little sweet, and a little addictive. You'll always get a safe, satisfying love story with a guaranteed HEA every time.