Asher — Lynne St. James

AsherThe last thing I expect while scouting my family property is a tent or the little trespasser, who is standing between two majestic pines. Seeing me, she stops dead. Sure, I might be a little intimidating. Or maybe a lot. She should be scared—she's camping where she doesn't belong. What she shouldn't do is run. Because when I catch her, I won't let her go, and she's going to be very sorry. EmmaFinally! After months of emails from my doctoral advisor, I received permission to finish my research on Gallant Mountain. Now I'm here for a few weeks to complete my study of the rare plants growing on the mountainside. Finding a grumpy giant of a man standing at my campsite is the last thing I expect. His expression is furious when our eyes meet, and it triggers my fight-or-flight response. Turning around, I race into the forest. I can't hear him, but I know he's chasing me. I'm not an athlete, just a plant nerd—a terrified one at that. Catching me is inevitable, but what will happen when he does?