Winter Heat at Wolfe Mountain Chalet is a 3-part steamy-sweet instalove series, with quirky young ladies and huge gruff men who are instantly obsessed with them. THIN ICEHe's a total stranger.

Until I slip and fall into his arms, and then into his bed. I can't tear my eyes away from Dylan.

My heart races every time his fingers run across my cheek. When he pulls me against him.

And when he wraps those thick, tattooed arms around me? I'm all his. He claims he's a loner, but that doesn't explain why he's obsessed with me.

Or why I'm obsessed with him. All I can think about now is building a home with him, letting him take care of me.

I look into his eyes and see the possibility of a future. We're not allowed to fraternize with guests at the chalet, and I can't risk losing my job.

Yet from the second he growls, "You're mine," into my ear, I want it to be true. SNOW DRIFTHe's a total stranger.

Until we drift together like the falling snow and I melt in his arms. Moore is captivating.

We click instantly, bonding in a freezing sunroom while watching the storm. When he cuddles me into his strong arms, I'm overcome by a different kind of heat.

But he's a landscaper who needs to be planted in one spot. I move all over, afraid to put down roots.

Moore is used to nurturing things, and already knows how to care for me. The way he warms me straight through, his rough hands on my skin.

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deep voice in my ear. .

. making me crave so much more.

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I need to share his bed. He wants to share my life.

How much can a girl change for a man who is already obsessed with her? COLD SNAPHe's a total stranger. Until the cold makes me crave his rugged heat.

Baz is almost too much man - huge and rippling with muscles. Everyone says he's the strong, silent type, but we communicate just fine through those rough palms and deep whispers.

Yet I can't trust these feelings rushing through me like the cold wind outside. What do I know about men? Nothing.

I can't jump into a relationship with a stranger who considers us a done deal after just a few days. Besides, a man that gorgeous belongs with a supermodel, not a curvy girl huddled over an industrial stove.

When we're forced to share his bed by the fire, this quiet man lets loose a flurry of filthy and passionate words that make my head (and body) spin out of control. Baz growls that I belong to him.

Is that already the truth? ***Haley Travis books are always no-cheating, with steamy & sweet happily ever afters. Click the author's page and +Follow for new release updates.

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