I’m the type of man who’s better on my own. After the music ended and the drugs nearly took me out, I cleaned myself up and poured everything I had into helping other men do the same. But love? Romance? That’s for someone else. Not a fifty-three-year-old ex-rockstar sober living home owner with his past inked on his skin.
Then Ashley Cooke barrels into my world. She’s gorgeous, stubborn, and struggling to keep her family ski hill open. From the second she hires my guys to help cut costs, she’s all I can think about. She doesn’t care about who I used to be. She challenges the man I am now. While she’s fighting to save her mountain, I’m fighting not to fall for her.
But somewhere between ski lessons, chairlift confessions, and steamy nights in my cabin, I’m starting to believe that maybe love doesn’t care how many times you’ve fallen. Maybe it’s about who’s there to help you get back up.
Content notes: Addiction, divorce, mourning the loss of a parent