Moonstruck by the Mountain Man

This Halloween, fate shows up with a warning and wearing a hoodie.

The fortune teller says I’m about to meet someone tall, dark, and troubled. Typical. That’s every man I’ve ever dated.
When I cut through the alley behind my shop, I find out she wasn’t lying.
A dog the size of a small horse blocks my path and won’t budge. I’m halfway through negotiating with him when his owner steps out of the dark. Hoodie up, voice low, one side of his face scarred in a way that says don’t ask.

He tells me not to walk alone at night. Doesn’t explain why. Just leaves me standing there, a little more rattled than I wanted to admit.
I’ve taken care of myself my whole life. I don’t need a warning. I need a snack and a hot bath.
The next night I find out he’s the Ghost of Lone Mountain—and setting up a booth right next to mine at the Halloween festival. His dog refuses to leave my side. And every inch that hoodie comes down, I like what’s underneath more than I should.

Moonstruck by the Mountain Man is a small-town, spicy, curvy-girl romance featuring a broody scarred hero, a fiercely independent heroine, one very opinionated dog, and a guaranteed happily ever after. No cliffhangers, no cheating. Just one spooky-season instalove romance to cuddle up with when it’s dark outside.