Bear Spray and Bad Decisions

Brittany

I signed up for a women’s meditation retreat to prove I wasn’t too soft and get over my cheating ex.

I didn’t expect it to turn into a survival weekend.

One wrong turn and suddenly I’m lost and crying over a granola bar—with my bear spray pointed at my own face.

Enter one massive, broody mountain man with zero patience for my drama and absolutely no interest in small talk.

When he drags me back to his cabin, I definitely don’t mean to check out what’s under all that plaid… or let him see what’s under mine.

I came to the...

Bear Spray and Bad Decisions

Brittany

I signed up for a women’s meditation retreat to prove I wasn’t too soft and get over my cheating ex.

I didn’t expect it to turn into a survival weekend.

One wrong turn and suddenly I’m lost and crying over a granola bar—with my bear spray pointed at my own face.

Enter one massive, broody mountain man with zero patience for my drama and absolutely no interest in small talk.

When he drags me back to his cabin, I definitely don’t mean to check out what’s under all that plaid… or let him see what’s under mine.

I came to the woods looking for strength.

Instead I found a six-foot-four bearded mountain man who makes be feel a little reckless and wild.

Elias

I live alone for a reason.

I don’t want company. I don’t do city girls.

And I sure as hell don’t rescue mouthy little disasters who make me want things I shouldnt.

But the second I saw her—lost, pissed off, and holding a can of bear spray—I knew I was keeping her.

She’s soft where I’m rough. Sweet where I’m sharp.

And once I get her in my bed, wrapped in my flannel, moaning my name and begging for more

There’s no going back.