Ruin of the Mafia Shadow

We just crashed into a frozen mountain.

The only other survivor is a silent mafia executioner.

And he's the only thing keeping me warm.

I'm a pilot who prides herself on never needing a man.

Then the engines failed, and I woke up bleeding in the snow.

Santi Costa doesn't waste words, but his actions are deafening.

He drives off a wolf pack with a single shot and builds us a shelter in the storm.

I barked a command at him, and he looked at me like I was his entire world.

Now we're wrapped in a space blanket while a hit squad hunts us through the blizzard.

The wilderness is deadly, but the heat between us is worse.

He's a shadow meant for killing.

But in the dark, he's the only light I have left.

Trapped in a blizzard with a reserved killer who spends the storm learning how to feel again.

Helicopter crash survival, shared body heat, and a feral protector who faces down wolves to keep his curvy pilot safe.

No filler, just high-heat forced proximity that you can devour in one sitting.

This is a standalone romance in Rica Lane's interconnected Costa Family Mafia universe.