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The blizzard has Cole and Maya trapped in a remote Rockies cabin, and the drifter’s brutal honesty is the only thing keeping them alive. But his raw, possessive intensity turns survival into a dangerous game, and she’s not sure if his protection is saving her or claiming her. Maya must decide if surrendering to a man who takes what he wants is the one story she can’t walk away from.
The blizzard howls against the cabin walls as Cole shoves the door shut, snow spilling across the floorboards, and turns to Maya with a look that pins her in place. He steps close, his scarred hand cl
Cole watches Maya push up on one elbow, the fur slipping from her shoulder, her eyes catching the firelight as she meets his gaze. 'You said I have to do my part,' she says, her voice steady. 'What if
The fire pops. Cole's thumb still rests against her jaw, and Maya doesn't pull back—she tilts her chin up, a silent dare that says finish what you started. His grip tightens, just a fraction, and she
Inside the cabin, Maya stacks the last of the wood by the hearth, and Cole's hand closes over hers, stilling her work. He turns her to face him, his scarred thumb tracing the collar of the dead man's
Cole's thumb traces her jaw, then his mouth is on hers—slow, deliberate, a claim more than a kiss. Maya's hands fist in his flannel, and she kisses him back, not standing still, not yielding, but meet