Prospect's Curvy Podcaster

A forty-thousand-dollar bounty is on my head.

And my only shelter is a reclusive mountain tracker with a rifle.

This tattooed alpha claims I'm his territory.

I am a true-crime podcaster running from a lethal syndicate.

He is a silent guardian built like a granite wall.

When my car shreds a tire on his frozen ridge, our worlds collide like a landslide.

His heavy palm on my thigh sends liquid fire through my veins.

Wanting him is reckless, but his touch is the only thing keeping me safe.

Now the killers are circling his isolated cabin.

He steps into the blizzard to paint the snow red for me.

This patched protector is wrecking all my defenses.

If the mountain doesn't bury us, his dark obsession will consume me completely.