Wreathed By the Christmas Mountain Man

Nothing says Christmas like snow, firelight, and a possessive mountain man.

Merry
I came to Mercury Ridge for one reason: buy a batch of the handcrafted Christmas wreaths everyone online is obsessed with and bring them home to my shop before the holiday rush hits.
Easy. In and out.
What I didn’t expect was the wreath-maker himself. Rowan Hale is six-foot-something of rugged, broad-shouldered, mountain-scented trouble… and apparently the most reclusive man in town. He lives deep in the woods, forages every pine bough and winterberry by hand, and avoids people like it’s a full-time job.
So, of course, the universe strands me with him in the middle of a snowstorm.

Rowan
Merry shows up at my cabin with peppermint lip gloss and a too-bright smile, and suddenly my quiet world doesn’t feel so quiet. I’ve spent years keeping to myself. She makes me want to break every rule I’ve set.
She thinks she’s only here for wreaths.
But the moment she steps inside my cabin… the moment her cold fingers brush mine… I know exactly what I want wrapped up for Christmas.
Her. Forever.

Wreathed by the Christmas Mountain Man is a short, steamy instalove holiday romance with a possessive mountain man, a snowed-in cabin, plenty of festive heat, and a guaranteed HEA. No cheating. No cliffhanger. Just one very determined man who knows exactly what gift he wants under his tree.