Acupuncturist and healer McKenna Winters avoids the townspeople of Whistlemore when she’s not treating their various ailments. Her remote cabin keeps her safe from the prying eyes of the community. She’s learned not to trust the men in town, but there’s one man whose gaze lingers with intrigue rather than judgment. And he’s exceptionally yummy. There’s no way she’ll get involved with anyone in town, though. Then one stormy night a cry from outside shakes the walls of her cabin and fear strikes her—He’s back.

Walking in the woods in the middle of a storm in the dead of winter isn’t Jaxon Murtaugh’s idea of a good time. His head is still pounding from a cougar attack, and if he doesn’t find shelter, he’ll be the beast’s next meal. Spotting McKenna’s cabin nestled in the woods, he knocks on her door. Something about the crystal-wearing, vegan healer has always excited him. Her hands-off persona keeps men far away, so he’s shocked when she opens the door, shotgun in hand, and is willing to give him a place to wait out the storm. Her gentle hands and flaming, dark-blue eyes do more than heal his body—she sparks a fire inside him that can’t be extinguished.

As the storm wages, weird things begin to happen. It seems they’re not as alone in the woods as they thought. And it’s not just the cougar skulking in the trees outside the cabin. As the heat brews between McKenna and Jaxon, a killer closes in on them.

A Whistlemore series novella.