Big & Rough Mountain Man's Curvy Muse (Big & Rough Mountain Men)

I haven’t written a word in three years. I’ve been living alone in the silence, surrounding myself with rock and ice, until she stumbles onto my porch. Quinn. She’s wearing a ridiculous pink puffer coat that makes her look like a marshmallow, and she smells like vanilla and innocence.

She thinks she’s here to collect a horror manuscript, but the moment I drag her out of the storm and into my cabin, the only thing I want to write is the story of us. She is soft, curvy, and untouched—a feast for a starving man.

The forecast says the snow will clear in a few days, but I’m not letting her go that easily. I’ll sabotage her car if I have to. She thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right. Because now that I’ve found my muse, I’m going to claim her, keep her, and make sure she never leaves this mountain.

I drove my little yellow Fiat up the steepest mountain in North America to collect a manuscript, not to get snowed in with a giant. My boss warned me that Dante "Hades" Umbra was feral, but nothing prepared me for the reality.

When he opens the door, he’s shirtless, holding an axe, and looking like he was carved out of the granite cliffs surrounding us. He’s big, grumpy, and terrifying—but the way he looks at me makes my knees weak. I’ve always been the "good girl," a professional editor who has never been touched, but one look from Dante sets my body on fire.

Now the storm of the century has trapped us together in his fortress of a cabin. He says I’m trespassing, but his eyes say he wants to devour me whole. He calls me his muse, and for the first time in my life, I don't want to run away. I want to see just how wild this mountain man can get.