Mountain Men of Pine Ridge and Cedar Creek Series by Ella Valet

The storm should’ve terrified me. Instead, all I can think about is the man who found me in it. Cole makes everything feel more charged with his broad shoulders, quiet voice, and eyes that look right through the snow and into me. He says he’s just keeping me alive until the roads clear, but his actions tell a different the way he watches me, the way the air changes when we’re close, the way it looks like every minute, it’s harder not to drag me to the one bed in his cabin... moreThe storm should’ve terrified me. Instead, all I can think about is the man who found me in it. Cole makes everything feel more charged with his broad shoulders, quiet voice, and eyes that look right through the snow and into me. He says he’s just keeping me alive until the roads clear, but his actions tell a different the way he watches me, the way the air changes when we’re close, the way it looks like every minute, it’s harder not to drag me to the one bed in his cabin. He’s a rescuer who doesn’t let people in. I’m the woman who might break down his door and force my way into his life and his bed. Maybe the mountain trapped me here on purpose. Maybe it knew what I needed to find. Short, snowbound, and slow-burn to wildfire, Snowed In with the Mountain Ranger is a curvy-girl × mountain man instalove story with chemistry, romantic tension, deep wounds, and a couple that can heal each other. less

Elias Rowan looks at me as if I’m the only person in the world worth acknowledging, and he makes me feel seen in a way that makes my skin flush. This stoic, mountain-dwelling mystery of a man is the only person in town who treats me like a person rather than something to gossip about. When our fingers brush as I hand him his coffee, I wonder if he knows the contact sends a fire shooting through my veins, leaving me yearning for more... moreElias Rowan looks at me as if I’m the only person in the world worth acknowledging, and he makes me feel seen in a way that makes my skin flush. This stoic, mountain-dwelling mystery of a man is the only person in town who treats me like a person rather than something to gossip about. When our fingers brush as I hand him his coffee, I wonder if he knows the contact sends a fire shooting through my veins, leaving me yearning for more. Although we’re hardly more than strangers, our situations mirror each other and share a solution that could get both of us out of we pretend we’re dating, and our main problems will resolve. The problem is, I don’t want this to be pretend, and when he kisses me like he’s desperate for it for the town to see, I’m not sure he wants it to be pretend anymore, either. less