Storm Rages, Sparks Ignite.

Elana: Chasing storms was supposed to be exciting - not life-threatening. But when my rental SUV gets swept away in a flood and the only man within miles is a grumpy, broad-shouldered search and rescuer who growls more than he talks… I don’t exactly have options.

Jacob Stevens drags me out of danger and into a remote rescue cabin, where the firewood runs out fast and survival means sharing heat. He’s infuriating and bossy. And yet… when his arms wrap around me, I feel more alive than I ever have in my life. This was supposed to be one reckless mistake in the middle of a storm. So why can’t I convince myself to leave him behind when the skies clear?

Jacob: I’ve built my life around solitude. It’s easier that way. People are messy, reckless - and storm chasers like Elana Vance are the worst of them all. But when she ignores my warning and puts herself in danger, saving her isn’t optional. Keeping her warm when the fire dies? Also not optional. I tell myself it’s survival, nothing more.

But the way she curls against me in the dark makes me want things I swore I’d buried. She thinks this is temporary. Just heat-of-the-moment. She’s wrong. Because the storm may be over - but I’m not letting her go.

💜 A short, steamy instalove romance with forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine tension, and a possessive mountain man who knows once he’s found his woman, he’ll never let her face the storm alone again. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating, no cliffhangers.

You can read this during a lunch hour, but you might find yourself blushing in the office.

Tropes:

Forced Proximity / Cabin Storm

Grumpy Hero / Sunshine Heroine

Curvy Girl / Alpha Male Protector Hero

Reckless Heroine Search & Rescue

Storm Chaser Wounded Hero / Healing Heroine

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