Rachel
Working in the kitchen at the newly opened lodge in Crescent Ridge is just a stepping stone. I want to open my own restaurant in the Viridian Mountains, but that dream costs money and I’m dead broke. Between culinary school, relocating for this job, and a temperamental car my savings account is bone dry.
If I want to open my own restaurant before I’m thirty I need an investor.
Enter reclusive billionaire, Dominic Barlowe. He’s a bit gruff, and eccentric…but all brilliant men are a little mad. He lives in a rustic cabin on the north facing side of the mountain, and I have to follow a road only a hair wider than a deer trail to find his home.
Dominic
I’m not a billionaire. Not even close. I patrol the mountain, keeping an eye out for stranded hikers and poachers. It’s a living but it’s not trust fund money. I served my country through two tours of duty and I am done. Done with people. Done with civilization. Done with it all. Until she knocks on my door.
Curvy. Soft. Undeniably mine.
The only problem? She thinks I’m a billionaire who can bankroll her dream. I’ve got until the snowstorm passes to convince this woman that I’m all in and that the love we share is the only investment we need.