When I go out to chop down a Christmas tree the last thing I expect to find is woman caught in a snowstorm. But there she is, lost and alone. And f*cking gorgeous. I take her home with me — my cabin will warm her up … and so will I. Meeting her was serendipity … and letting her go isn’t an option. But her life isn’t built around Mistletoe Mountain the way mine is. This mountain man is hoping for a Christmas miracle.
Darling Reader,
This story is like a candy cane. You’ll wanna keep licking this mountain man. The cover may be sweet, but Everett and Evie are sugar & spice and naughty & nice! ;)