Drenched for the Mountain Man

I came to Lone Mountain to prove one thing.

That I wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of adventure. Not of trying new things. Even whitewater rafting.
Turns out? Maybe I should’ve been.
Because ten minutes into the trip, I get launched out of the raft, inhale half the river, lose a shoe, and nearly drown.
And who rescues me?
None other than Bigfoot.

Well, not exactly Bigfoot, but he could pass for one.
Garrick was a giant of a mountain man who waded into the rapids, dragged me back to shore like a soggy raccoon, and immediately started bossing me around like almost drowning was somehow my fault.

He has rough hands, too many muscles, and a permanent scowl that somehow only makes him hotter. He acts like he wants to be left alone, grunting like a caveman every time I open my mouth.
Too bad for him.
Because if there’s one thing I learned after almost drowning?

Life’s too short not to take chances.
Even on a mountain man who grumbles every time I talk… I’m starting to wonder if almost getting swept down the river was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.

Drenched for the Mountain Man is the perfect story if you want to heat up your summer in the most delightful way. Curvy girl who needs to feel empowered, grumpy, broody hero who is one hundred percent alpha… and enough heat to melt the ice in your sweet iced tea.