This mountain man knows his way around the woods. And how to use his hands. Jenna: I’m a big city girl hiding out in the tiny town of Whiskey River. I’m a runaway bride, hiding from my ex and my family. The shy, virgin mountain man who sells handmade wooden furniture in town doesn’t seem like he would try to control me the way my family did. He’s strange and beautiful. Phoenix: There’s a reason I live in the woods all alone. People confuse me. Women especially. Trees don’t give mixed signals. Rocks aren’t impossible to read. I work with my hands and keep my life uncomplicated. Then she complicates things. With her, it’s not hard to let down my guard and view the world through her artist’s lens. But I’ve been burned before. A beautiful city girl will never be happy here. I know my way around the woods. Gorgeous women are a whole other story.

Tall, dark and muscled like a god, Beau Barnett is great with an axe. Every woman in Rockhead Point wants a taste of the mountain man. Including me. Except he doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the girl behind the counter filling his coffee, while he grunts and grumbles, barely making eye contact. Then a newcomer with a charming smile and a fancy suit shows up in Rockhead Point, and refuses to take no for an answer when he asks me to dinner. That’s when I find out Mr. Mountain Man not only knows my name… he thinks I’m his property.

First he made me his for a night. Then he made me his forever. On a dark, stormy night, a stranger stripped me bare in my own hotel room, spanked my ass red, and then pinned me to the bed and turned my most shameful fantasies into raw, filthy reality. No names. No commitments. Then I returned to my life, thinking I'd seen the last of the gorgeous Marine turned mountain man who rutted me like a beast while I screamed loud enough for the whole building to hear. But fate had other plans. With a killer leaving a trail of death in Danger Falls, my job as a park ranger required me to hire a tracker, and the man turned out to be the same chiseled god who made me his once already. And this time he's not letting me go after just one night.

Warrick, a former rodeo champion turned reclusive mountain man, never expected a city slicker to disrupt his solitary ranch life. When Zoe Hamilton stumbles onto his remote property, their clash ignites an unexpected fire. As shadows from her past creep closer, he's torn between protecting her and guarding his heart. Forced into close quarters in his isolated cabin, each interaction sends a confusing mix of irritation and desire through Zoe. As danger closes in, she realizes trusting this rugged cowboy might be her only chance at survival—and at healing her own scars. With passion rising in the mountain air, Warrick and Zoe must confront lurking threats and their own fears. If they can't overcome the dangers and their emotional barriers, they might lose more than love—they could lose their lives.

Hiking through the mountains hunting for Bigfoot wasn't her idea of a great time, but a paycheck was a paycheck. Having a giant, grumpy mountain man as her guide couldn't hurt either...Except there was something odd about the frowny Thor lookalike tasked with keeping her group safe in the mountains of Appalachia. Something that piqued her curiosity and pulled her in, bringing her dangerously close to revealing a secret she holds close. One that seems to be getting bigger with each passing day. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves and when she's attacked by a bear in the woods, she finds out her secret is nothing compared to his.

He's the last person I wanted to see. Gabe Mitchell. A brooding mountain man and mega-jerk who tormented me when we were kids. I should hate him for what he did, but I need help. And he's the only one stepping up. My brother's murder left me reeling, and now the ranch we loved is falling apart. My sweet niece is relying on me now, too. Fires and mysterious accidents threaten everything I’ve worked for. When I see his tan skin glisten in the sun as he brings the horses in from pasture. And the way he makes my niece giggle after not so much as a smile for months...I can't help but feel the icy walls around my heart melt. Every day, Gabe proves he’s changed, but I can’t forget the boy who made my life hell. If I can’t let go of the past, we might not have a future.

Calla Fletcher was two when her mother took her and fled the Alaskan wild, unable to handle the isolation of the extreme, rural lifestyle, leaving behind Calla’s father, Wren Fletcher, in the process. Calla never looked back, and at twenty-six, a busy life in Toronto is all she knows. But when her father reaches out to inform her that his days are numbered, Calla knows that it’s time to make the long trip back to the remote frontier town where she was born. She braves the roaming wildlife, the odd daylight hours, the exorbitant prices, and even the occasional—dear God—outhouse, all for the chance to connect with her father: a man who, despite his many faults, she can’t help but care for. While she struggles to adjust to this new subarctic environment, Jonah—the quiet, brooding, and proud Alaskan pilot who keeps her father’s charter plane company operational—can’t imagine calling anywhere else home. And he’s clearly waiting with one hand on the throttle to fly this city girl back to where she belongs, convinced that she’s too pampered to handle the wild. Jonah is probably right, but Calla is determined to prove him wrong. As time passes, she unexpectedly finds herself forming a bond with the burly pilot. As his undercurrent of disapproval dwindles, it’s replaced by friendship—or perhaps something deeper? But Calla is not in Alaska to stay and Jonah will never leave. It would be foolish of her to kindle a romance, to take the same path her parents tried—and failed at—years ago.

A forced proximity, age gap romance between a damaged ex-military hero and the curvy girl who hooks his heart. She’s too young, too innocent and too damn happy… But I can’t get the quirky, curvy Hailey out of my head. When she’s forced to spend a night in my cabin, she’ll find out just how damaged I am. I faced the enemy in Iraq, but it’s nothing compared to the raw vulnerability I feel when Hailey holds my heart in her hands. Can she see past the scars, the limp, and the age gap, or was it pity that brought her to my bed?