When a nomadic artist gets caught stealing apples by a gorgeous mountain man, sparks fly instantly. But can he convince her that love doesnt mean giving up her freedom?
I never meant to get caught stealing apples at dawn in a Tennessee orchard.
And I definitely never meant to get caught by the most gorgeous mountain man Ive ever seen. Hanks got shoulders that could move mountains, a beard that makes my fingers itch to touch it, and eyes that see right through my carefully constructed walls. Hes holding a chainsaw like it weighs nothing, but instead of calling the cops on...
When a nomadic artist gets caught stealing apples by a gorgeous mountain man, sparks fly instantly. But can he convince her that love doesnt mean giving up her freedom?
I never meant to get caught stealing apples at dawn in a Tennessee orchard.
And I definitely never meant to get caught by the most gorgeous mountain man Ive ever seen. Hanks got shoulders that could move mountains, a beard that makes my fingers itch to touch it, and eyes that see right through my carefully constructed walls. Hes holding a chainsaw like it weighs nothing, but instead of calling the cops on this cape-wearing trespasser, hes looking at me like Im something precious hes been searching for his whole life.
Which is impossible, because we just met.
Ive spent the last year traveling the festival circuit in my RV, selling my metal art and avoiding anything that looks like settling down. I watched my moms dreams die in a small town just like this one, and I swore Id never make the same mistake. Freedom is everything. Independence is survival.
But then Hank offers to help me set up my booth, and suddenly Im seeing Maple Ridge through different eyes.
Hes patient when Im stubborn, gentle when Im scared, and protective in a way that makes me feel cherished instead of caged. When he looks at me, I dont see someone trying to clip my wings—I see someone who wants to fly with me. The problem is, I dont know how to love someone and still be myself.
Especially when that someone makes me want things I never thought Id want.
Like staying. Like forever. Like building a life with a man who kisses me against apple trees and makes me believe that home doesnt have to be a prison.
But can a woman whos spent her whole life running finally learn to stay?
