Auctioned to the Mountain Man by Julia Stone

She’s young, bright, and only his for a fleeting weekend—if he can keep his hands to himself.

Lily:
I signed up for the charity auction to help restore the town’s old movie theater—not to get bought by a man twice my age with sawdust in his beard and a stare that pins me in place.
Silas is older. Broodier. Built like a lumberjack with calloused hands and a voice that rumbles low and slow.
I was hoping for a relaxing weekend at a lakeside cabin. Instead, I’m stuck hauling wood and tools while he grunts instructions and acts like he didn’t just outbid a crowd of younger guys to claim me.
This was supposed to be simple. It’s not.
Because now I can’t stop wondering what those hands would feel like on my skin.

Silas:
I’m only at the auction to donate furniture. But then she walks on stage—young, soft, smiling like she has no idea how dangerous that look is to a man like me.
I’m in my forties. She’s barely pushing twenty-five. I should walk away. Instead, I lift my paddle and buy myself a problem I can’t stop wanting.
One weekend. That’s all I have with her.
She thinks she’s here to help me work.
She has no idea I’m already planning how to keep her.