Tucker Devons drives trucks…and owns Devons Brothers Excavating of Boston. The six-foot-two native of New Hampshire has enough work to keep him busy, but his love life sucks. The shark-like women he meets at city bars are anxious to sample his hard-won muscles, but aren’t too keen that he gets his hands dirty for a living. At thirty-seven, he’s beginning to doubt if the down-to-earth woman he fantasizes about truly exists. Cassandra Merloff has clawed her way out of an oppressive home life in Minnesota only to end up being abused by a boyfriend in Boston. Oh, hell no. She needs to wait until the arrogant psychopath leaves the apartment, take the money she’s squirrelled away and run. Easier said than done. When the latest beating has her badly injured she flees, but a raging snowstorm threatens her very life. Tuck’s unlikely encounter with Cassie has him meeting the woman with whom he could spend the rest of his life. But he needs to take it slowly. Cass is understandably skittish after having suffered at the hands of her boyfriend. Can Tuck tamp down his alpha personality long enough for Cass to trust him?

Daire Devons, ex-Army Ranger and current rescue operator/excavation expert, knows he’s in a downward spiral, but nothing seems to help. He puts on a good face every morning for those around him, but how much can one man take? There’s a woman out there somewhere he still loves, but hasn’t seen in over four years. And unbelievably he has a daughter he’s never met. He can’t blame Jewel. It’s his own fault his little family isn’t together. All he knows is, he’ll never love again, and time…empty time, is stretching endlessly before him. Band leader Jewel Cleaver has made a nice life for herself and her daughter after leaving the military, but she knows what’s missing. Daire Devons. He’d stormed into her life, then stormed out, taking her heart with him. But he’d also left her pregnant, which meant she’d had to scoop up her broken heart and determinedly move on. Still, she can’t help herself. Somewhere in the back of her head she dreams that someday… No. Stop. Dreams are for chumps.