Callan (Mountain Alphas #14)

Summer



My editor’s breathing down my neck

But I can’t seem to get rid of my writer’s block.



I booked cabin in the woods

To be alone and write.



But three days in

And I haven’t written a single word.



I’m just about to finally put pen to paper

When a next-door neighbor breaks my concentration.



At first, I was angry.

Irate.

Fuming.

But then I set eyes on him,

And I realized I might have just found

The heroin

Of my very own love story.





Callan



I live a hard life.

Alone in the mountains.

Fending for myself.



People ask me if I get lonely

But the truth is,

I’m too busy to notice.



That’s the way I like it, too.

Idle hands are the devil’s worship.

That’s what my momma always used to tell me.



But when Summer came running into my clearing

Her robe fluttering around her beautiful, curvy body.

I knew I couldn’t keep on living alone.



She’s the woman of my dreams

And I’d do anything to make her mine.