S’more Mountain Man by Annee Jones

She came to the mountain with star charts and s’mores—he showed her how to get lost in all the right ways.

SKYE:

What was supposed to be a sweet overnight campout with a bunch of tweens turned into my personal version of Naked and Afraid. Okay, not naked—but pretty close after that rainstorm. Stranded in the woods with no signal, no dry clothes, and no clue what I was doing, I was fully prepared to die of embarrassment… until a brooding, bare-chested wilderness god came stomping out of the trees.

Too bad he thinks I’m a walking disaster.

Even worse? I can’t stop imagining roasting more than just marshmallows over his fire.

Is it the altitude… or am I falling for a mountain man?

LEIF:

The last thing I needed was to play camp counselor to a city girl with no survival instinct and a mouth that never quits. But the universe dumped her in my path—and now I can’t look away.

She talks too much. She can’t build a fire. And somehow, she smells like vanilla and sunshine even after falling in a mud puddle.

I told myself I’d get her back to civilization fast.

But now I’m wondering how long I can keep her all to myself.

When the stars come out… will she stay?