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Trapped in a blizzard with an alpha male. The MC president just claimed me as his. A mountain road. A dead engine. A howling storm. Then Logan Gunnar rumbles out of the whiteout on a Harley. He throws me over his shoulder and hauls me to his secluded cabin. One bed. No neighbors. No escape. He strips off his leather cut, and every tattooed inch of him screams danger. I’m a virgin just passing through town. He’s a mountain king who says I’m staying in his bed to keep warm. Logan worships my curves and swears I was his the moment he saw my car. Am I his lucky rescue, or the prey he’s never letting go? This is a high-heat Motorcycle club and mountain man combo novella you can devour in three hours or less—perfect for a late-night binge, a stolen afternoon, or when you crave all the good stuff (one-bed forced proximity, size difference, grumpy/sunshine instalove) without any slow build or filler.​ No cheating, no filler drama, just an obsessive “she’s mine” president, a snowed-in cabin, and a first time that turns one stranded night into forever.