Rockstar Rescue

I never planned to drag a half-frozen, injured bad boy rockstar out of a snowbank.

Now the grumpy rock god every woman desires recovers in my isolated cabin.

We’re stuck together with only one bed, and a blizzard that won’t quit.

He’s twice my age, impertinent, and impossibly gorgeous.

But as the storm closes in, his arrogance melts into something real.

We share warmth, laughter, and an electrifying 400-watt kiss.

Then his fever spikes. His injuries are worse than we suspected.

He’s slipping fast—and I can’t bear to watch the man I’ve come to love fade before my eyes.