Whitney thought she was safe from her toxic marriage the day her husband died… From the moment I return to my hometown for a fresh start, my plans begin to crumble. The rental house that looked perfect online is actually a health hazard. My new job at the hospital postpones my start date. And a historic blizzard is about to dump nearly three feet of snow across the state, making doing just about anything impossible. When my infant son screams down the motel into the early morning hours and causes the other guests to complain, I’m mortified and ready to brave the impending blizzard to find someplace else. Until Jack Powell, the gorgeous motel owner and my childhood crush, makes an offer I can’t refuse. His house. To stay in to ride out the storm while he returns to the motel. Quiet. Safety. Solitude. Except one poorly-timed diaper disaster sends us all into chaos, and the blizzard strands us together in his house. He teases me with a glimpse of something beautiful. A man who’s attentive with my kids and worships my post-baby body, stretch marks and all. Once the storm passes, Jack decides to let us go, keeping only the memories of our unforgettable time together. But when my past finds us not long after, Jack can’t run from his protective nature. He’s determined to fight for all three of us. Even if that means he has to surrender.