Wyatt

I’m no hero. Don’t much care that the Navy disagrees with me. My years as a SEAL left me with a ledger full of blood, a permanent limp, and a complete inability to function in polite society. Up in the mountains, no one bothers me. Hell, no one even knows I exist. It’s better that way.

So why did I bring the beaten and bloodied woman back to my cabin?

Because when I found her trapped in an SUV hanging halfway down a sheer cliff, she whispered three words I couldn’t ignore.

He’ll kill me.

No, he won’t, darlin’. Because anyone coming for you? They’ll have to go through me. No one messes with a SEAL and survives.

Hope

I fell for the wrong man. He trapped me. Beat me. Destroyed me. After three years of hell, I find the courage to escape. But he won’t let me go. His men chase me, force me off the road, and almost kill me.

When a stranger comes to my rescue, he asks me to trust him. Wyatt is gruff, overprotective, but surprisingly tender. Can a bearded, reclusive mountain man be my salvation? Or will the horrors of my past destroy us both?