Snowfall at Pine Ridge Lodge

About this book:

Corporate shark Clara Mercer has four days to secure the signature that makes her junior partner—then a historic blizzard strands her at the very lodge she's been sent to demolish. Pine Ridge isn't just another acquisition target; it's a fifty-year labor of love owned by Thomas Vance, a widowed ski legend who serves cocoa instead of contracts and remembers every guest's name. With her rental SUV wrapped around a pine tree and the canyon road buried under four feet of white, Clara has no choice but to wait out Winter Storm Jasper in the timber-frame lodge she's contracted to destroy.

Snowbound with a skeleton staff, a temperamental generator, and a man who sees straight through her tailored armor, Clara finds her spreadsheet certainties dissolving beside the hearth. The lodge's quiet magic seeps into her bones—first lessons on vintage slopes, candlelit confessions during blackouts, midnight whispers beneath ancient pines. But the storm always breaks, and when the plows finally cut through, Clara faces the deal she came to close: a partnership in Chicago, or a future she never budgeted for at Pine Ridge.

A witty, warm-hearted enemies-to-lovers romance where the only thing colder than the blizzard outside is the contract on the table—and the only thing hotter than the fireplace is the chemistry thawing two frozen hearts.