The Mountain Man's Devoted Hearth: A Steamy Later-in-Life Small-Town Romance
By Tiffany Bloom
I find a burned-out innkeeper with a crumbling foundation. She's curvy, exhausted, and can't afford me. I show up anyway and decide she's mine to fix.
Levi
I left the stress of the fire station and never looked back. Now I work stone on the Ridge, build foundations that last, and keep to myself.
Then PJ Dorset buys the old inn with a crumbling foundation and three weeks until opening day. Every contractor has walked away. She's running on fumes and desperation, trying to do everything alo...
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I find a burned-out innkeeper with a crumbling foundation. She's curvy, exhausted, and can't afford me. I show up anyway and decide she's mine to fix.
Levi
I left the stress of the fire station and never looked back. Now I work stone on the Ridge, build foundations that last, and keep to myself.
Then PJ Dorset buys the old inn with a crumbling foundation and three weeks until opening day. Every contractor has walked away. She's running on fumes and desperation, trying to do everything alone.
I show up with my tools and an offer she can't refuse. She tries to pay me. I won't take money. I move into her guest room and start rebuilding.
When a summer storm washes out the road and traps us together, she finally stops pretending she's fine.
She came to Granitehart Ridge to escape a life that burned her out. I cook for her until she’s able to relax. Ground her with my hands. Worship every curve she's been taught to hide.
I'm making sure she knows she's not just running a mountain inn. I'm building her a foundation that lasts forever. And while I'm at it, I'm building us a future she's not walking away from.
PJ
I cashed out everything to buy this inn. Left corporate burnout behind. Bet my future on good bones and mountain air.
The foundation is crumbling. Opening day is three weeks away. Every contractor I call either ghosts me or quotes numbers I’ll never have.
Then Levi Delaney shows up. He's the legendary stonemason everyone mentions but no one can afford. Broad-shouldered, quiet, and looking at me like I'm the one thing worth saving.
He won't take my money. He takes over my kitchen. Moves into my best guest room. Rebuilds the foundation stone by stone.
When the storm traps us and I finally break, he doesn't flinch. He holds me like I'm precious, not a burden. His hands are rough from decades of stonework. His voice is steady when he says I'm done carrying this alone.
When he backs me against the wall he just rebuilt and claims me, I realize I don't want to.
I came here to save myself. He's showing me I was never meant to do it alone.
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