Listen... I came for a little escapism and got absolutely steamrolled—in the best way—by flannel, tattoos, and three mountain-sized reasons to never leave a remote cabin again.
Stuck with my Mountain Daddies is the kind of book that makes you want to cancel your weekend plans, pour something strong, and dive into a snowstorm of heat, heart, and holy-hell-did-they-just-do-that.
So here’s me: career in flames (relatable), best friend trying to save me (thanks babe), and a flooded cabin that leads to me being stranded with not one, but THREE of her rugged, off-limits, hotter-than-sin brothers.
Garrett, the growly protector. Asher, the shameless flirt I accidentally slept with (oops?). Beckett, the dark, broody one who sees straight through me. Together? These guys are the human version of a warm fire, rough hands, and whispered promises you didn’t know you needed until they’re tangled in your hair.
And whew—the tension? The heat? Lacey Day did not hold back. This book isn’t just spicy, it’s "burn your flannel off and make you howl at the moon" levels of delicious.
But what hit hardest wasn’t just the steamy scenes (though trust me, they deserve a moment of silence). It was the way these three men loved her. How they made her feel seen when the rest of the world tried to shame her into silence. How they turned one chaotic snowed-in week into something safe, wild, and real.
Also, surprise twins?! Yeah. I squealed. I melted. I already want the sequel.
If you like your mountain men with axes, heart, and enough steam to fog up your Kindle screen, Stuck with my Mountain Daddies is your next one-sitting obsession. Just maybe don’t read it in public unless you’re ready to blush like you’re the one snowed in.