What will it take to crack the city girl's armor? This gruff mountain man is about to find out...

Dahlia O'Sullivan's trip to the small town of Aspire was never supposed to last this long. She should be back to her real life in New York City, not trapped on a ranch with the newfound sisters who call her 'the dragon' when they think she can't hear. Not that Dahlia cares what they think. She doesn't. The sooner she can convince them to sell this property, the sooner she can forget all about her half-sisters, and the ranch, and the irritatingly handsome ranch hand who refuses to be scared off by her bad mood.

JJ is the only person in all of Aspire who's not afraid of Dahlia, and that's annoying. It's also...kind of nice. He might not talk much, but sometimes it's what JJ doesn't say that hits her the hardest. Like the way he listens. And the way he smiles when she's acting a little nuts. Or the way he seems so certain that she's got a big heart buried beneath all those defensive layers. He's wrong, of course. Dahlia's not sweet and kind like her little sister. And she's certainly not cut out for romance or love.

But JJ disagrees. So when a blizzard hits and the mountain man is trapped alone in a cabin with the fiery city slicker, he means to make her see the truth. That she's so much more than she knows. That she belongs right where she is-in Aspire...and in his arms.