I've spent five years keeping the world at arm's length, buried in work and grief on my Montana ranch. The last thing I need is a soft city poet cluttering up my guest cabin, watching me with those dark eyes that see too much. Lumi Pearce is everything I should avoid—young, innocent, and temporary. She's here for one week to find her creative voice, then she'll disappear back to her real life. Smart money says I should keep my distance. But when she brings me coffee with shaking hands, when she looks at my mountains like they hold magic, when she gets that fierce spark in her eyes that tells me she's not as fragile as she appears—all my good intentions crumble. She thinks she came here to write poetry. I know better. She came here to save a man who'd forgotten how to feel anything but loss. One week. That's all we have. But I'm discovering that seven days might be enough to ruin us both... or heal us completely. Some storms change the landscape forever. Lumi is mine. Six months without writing a single poem. Six months of staring at blank pages, wondering if I'm a one-hit wonder destined to fade into obscurity. The writing retreat at Griffin Creek Ranch is my last hope to find my voice again. What I don't expect is Brooks Griffin—six feet of brooding cowboy who looks at me like I'm trespassing on sacred ground. He's raw grief and barely contained power, all crystal blue eyes and work-worn hands that I can't stop imagining on my skin. He thinks I'm just another city girl who'll run at the first sign of real life. He's wrong. There's something about this harsh, beautiful land that calls to me. Something about this damaged, magnificent man that awakens hungers I didn't know I possessed. I came here looking for words. Instead, I'm finding myself in stolen glances and electric touches, in the way he says my name like it might break him. One week. That's all we have before I'm supposed to return to my old life. But every day with Brooks makes me question everything I thought I wanted. Some muses destroy you. Others save you. I'm about to find out which kind of poet I really am.