Whiskey Weather

My evening began with shouting curse words toward the snowy Wyoming sky. A breakup, an incoming blizzard, and a broken-down car on the same day weren’t just bad luck. The universe was trying its best to sabotage my trip entirely.

Just before the sun had a chance to fully set on this dumpster fire of the last twelve hours, fate stepped in. One look was all it took from the handsome stranger in a black Stetson, and I changed my tune in a hurry while he helped me off the ground at the bottom of his mountain driveway.
The attraction between us was instant; that much was obvious. After we’d been trapped together in his cabin with nothing but a cozy fire, a shelf full of old books, and maybe a few drinks, we realized there was more to our chemistry.
Logic tried to remind me that a vivacious world-traveling photographer with chronic cold feet and a quiet cowboy with deep-planted roots had no business taking a shot at true love. But my heart had a mind of its own.
By the time I mustered up the courage to admit I wanted more, it was time to go, and I was staring through watery eyes at Ledger Cole’s blurry figure in the rearview mirror.

Now I’m stuck between choosing to turn my car around, wait for him to chase after me, or find a way to move on from the most passionate weekend of my life altogether.

Whiskey Weather is a snowed-in cowboy romance novella. Izzy and Ledger’s story features themes and tropes such as insta-lust, open-door spice, grumpy/sunshine, and a happily ever after.