He's silence and solitude. She's sunshine and second chances. Taylor I moved to the mountains for peace, not a permanent case of frostbite from my grumpy neighbor's glare. After years of being told I was too much—too loud, too curvy, too me—I finally said goodbye to the city and bought a remote cabin to start over. Clean air, quiet nights, and absolutely no men. But then I run into him—silent, scowling, and built like a lumberjack fantasy. He looks at me like I'm trouble...and maybe I am. Especially after I end up snowed in at his cabin. And especially when sharing his bed doesn't feel like a mistake—it feels like fate. Wade I came to the mountain to be alone. People talk too much, want too much. The noise of the world? It drowns me. Up here, there's only routine, quiet, and the steady hum of survival. I like it that way. Then she shows up—bright, soft, full of words and warmth. The kind of woman who talks to her plants and bakes casseroles as peace offerings. I tried to ignore her. I tried to stay cold. But now she's in my bed, in my space, and in my blood. And I don't know how to let her go. Stone Cold Mountain Man is a short and steamy, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, instalove mountain man romance. No cliffhangers. No cheating. And always a happily ever after.