She destroyed his kindling pile and ignited his heart. Now this mountain man will prove she’s worth the burn. I came to Wildwood Valley to write about their charming fall festival.
Instead, I accidentally destroyed a perfectly organized pile of kindling that belonged to the hottest mountain man I’ve ever seen. Talk about making a first impression. Silas is all dark eyes, broad shoulders, and safety lectures that somehow make my pulse race instead of my eyes roll. He’s also patient enough to teach a clueless city girl how to build the perfect fire, one carefully placed stick at a time....
She destroyed his kindling pile and ignited his heart. Now this mountain man will prove she’s worth the burn. I came to Wildwood Valley to write about their charming fall festival.
Instead, I accidentally destroyed a perfectly organized pile of kindling that belonged to the hottest mountain man I’ve ever seen. Talk about making a first impression. Silas is all dark eyes, broad shoulders, and safety lectures that somehow make my pulse race instead of my eyes roll. He’s also patient enough to teach a clueless city girl how to build the perfect fire, one carefully placed stick at a time. Which is convenient, since he’s definitely lighting mine. But I’m supposed to be documenting this community, not falling for it. I’m definitely not supposed to be imagining what it would feel like to trade my nomadic lifestyle for cozy mountain mornings and a man who looks at me like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever asked. Suddenly I remember why I keep moving—because staying means risking everything, including my heart. And mountain men with gentle hands and protective streaks are exactly the kind of risk I’ve been running from my whole life. Too bad Silas has other ideas.
He’s determined to prove that some fires are worth the risk of getting burned. And maybe, just maybe, this wandering journalist is ready to stop running long enough to find out if he’s right.
