The Cabin at Marrow Lake

About this book

Travel nurse Indie Vale came to sell her late father’s lake lodge in a weekend. Then an ice storm closes the only road out, and the only warm bed for miles belongs to Sawyer Quist, the quiet man who has kept the place alive unasked. A steamy, snowed-in small-town romance.

She came to sell her dead father’s lake lodge in a weekend. Then the storm closed the only road out—and the only warm bed for nine miles belonged to the quiet man who’d been keeping the place alive without being asked. Travel nurse Indie Vale has spent nineteen years perfecting the early exit. Sawyer Quist has spent three years making himself small enough to need nothing. One ice storm, one narrow bed, one quilt-wall that stops absolutely nothing—and a letter her father left in Sawyer’s coat eight months ago. A steamy, emotional, snowed-in small-town romance about two people who learned the wrong lessons from love and the slow, terrifying work of unlearning them. Forced proximity, only one bed, guaranteed HEA. Full-length standalone.