He’s a grumpy cowboy mountain man who lives off-grid. She’s the innocent runaway who shows up bleeding on his doorstep. And now someone out there wants her dead. Deep in the Rockies, Iron Peak is the kind of place you disappear on purpose—no neighbors, no cell service, and no second chances. It’s exactly where I take her after I pull her from the snow and the danger on her heels. My rules are Stay quiet. Stay hidden. Stay out of my bed. Too bad the cabin is small, the storm is relentless… and there’s only one. She looks at me like I’m safety. Like I’m the only thing standing between her and the nightmare hunting her. I’m not the hero type. I’m the man who keeps his distance, locks his doors, and sleeps with one eye open. But when the threat closes in and her fear turns to trust—when her sweet voice says my name like she means it—I stop pretending I can keep my hands off her. Because in Iron Peak, I don’t just rescue what’s mine… I protect it. And I claim it. Forced proximity. One bed. Grumpy cowboy mountain man. Innocent heroine. High danger. High heat. Guaranteed happily ever after.