Mountain Love Was Never an Ad

The job was supposed to be simple: find the beacon, extract the subject, and feel nothing doing it.

He finds her on his mountain instead, hypothermic and dressed for a photograph rather than Alaska, after she witnessed something she was never meant to see.

The men responsible are already following the tracks he left on the way to her, which means the storm is not the deadliest thing closing in tonight.

He knows this mountain better than any man alive, but he has no plan for a woman who makes survival matter for a reason that has nothing to do with the mission.

Trapped in forced proximity with a witness hunted by killers who do not miss, he is about to learn how far he will go, and which rules he will break, to keep her alive.