Come rescue me before I die... in this winter storm, trapped with these ridiculously hot, infuriating mountain men!

I woke up bruised, battered, and freezing in the middle of nowhere, thanks to... well, that's a story for another time. My rescuers? Three brooding, ridiculously rugged lumberjack types straight out of a romance novel. Clint, Bobby, and the especially grumpy ringleader, Bobby Jean. Seriously, that man's scowl could curdle milk.

He wanted to leave me in the snow! Can you believe it? Luckily, his partners have a shred of decency. Now I'm stuck in their cozy cabin, surrounded by crackling fires, the scent of pine, and enough testosterone to choke a moose. They think they've got me captive. They think I'm some damsel in distress.

They have no idea who they're dealing with.

My "gloves" are off, so to speak. I might be outnumbered, outmatched, and possibly suffering from mild hypothermia, but I'm not going down without a fight. I'll claw, I'll bite, I'll unleash a torrent of sarcasm so potent it'll melt the snow outside. I will make them wish they had left me in a snowdrift.

But... beneath the gruff exteriors and the constant bickering, there's something... else. A flicker of warmth. A hint of something deeper. And maybe, just maybe, my feistiness will crack through their hardened shells and reach the surprisingly soft hearts underneath.

The question is: will I escape these mountain men... or will I end up wanting to stay? And at what price will my defiance, my feistiness and my will have?