What do you get when you combine a rope swing, a raging river and your father’s best friend? Your new Daddy, of course.
Jack Boone. Wilderness-made, beard thick as the forest he calls home, and—based on the rising…tide in those worn jeans—blessed in ALL the right departments.
He pulls me from certain death only to drown me in feelings I never knew I had. His cabin becomes my playground. His massive body, my new favorite ride. When he touches me, my inner good girl goes deliciously bad.
When he praises me like only a Daddy can, the timber isn’t the only thing groaning. My past is hunting me, but between breaking beds and marking me as his new territory, Jack’s busy carving a cradle. I expected sanctuary when I fled to these mountains. Instead, I found a grumpy mountain man determined to ruin me.
Turns out, being ruined was exactly what I needed.