Claimed in the Wylde
Food trucks aren’t meant for snowstorms. But getting claimed by a hot possessive mountain man apparently is.
Snowed in.
Three freezing nights.
One very HOT mountain man.
This was not in my marketing plan.
I’m the owner of Peak Bites by Madison — a traveling food truck with a cult-like following on Insta, specializing in comfort food and dangerously addictive cinnamon buns.
Wylde Mountain was supposed to be a quick stop. Sell some food, make some great social media content, and move on.
Instead, a snowstorm shuts down the roads.
And Jake Morgan and I are stuck at his private lodge.
Tall. Too handsome. Built like he hand-chops firewood for fun.
The kind of man who doesn’t chase women. He doesn’t have to.
The kind I stay away from.
Then the power goes out.
The only fireplace that keeps the heat trapped?
His bedroom. Of course.
It’s temporary.
We won’t cross lines.
We definitely won’t almost lose control after I make him the best cinnamon buns he’s ever had.
But those aren’t the only buns he can’t seem to get enough of.
What happens when a possessive mountain man decides you belong in Wylde Mountain?
He doesn’t ask.
He claims you.
Claimed in the Wylde is a steamy snowed-in mountain man romance novella featuring forced proximity, steamy winter heat, sharp banter, and a possessive alpha who finally falls. Hard.
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