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He found me freezing to death on his mountain. He carried me to his bed, wrapped me in his jacket, and growled three words: "You're mine now." Oliver is six-foot-four of ink, muscle, and bad decisions. Ex-soldier. Vanguard of the Broken Halos MC. He doesn't do gentle. He doesn't do patient. But when it comes to me? He'd burn the whole ridge down to keep me safe. One bed. One blizzard. One possessive outlaw who refuses to let go. ⬇️ FREE on Kindle — grab it now.