He came to the cabin on her family's land to disappear.
She had no idea he was there until he was standing at her front desk asking for the key.
Wren Hartley runs the Cedar Ridge Inn the way she runs everything — alone, on caffeine, and one notification ahead of disaster. She has not stopped moving in eight years. She does not need help. I've got it is practically a personality trait.
Then a black truck with Denver plates pulls into her parking lot at dawn, and the man behind the wheel hands her a six-month rental contract her brother authorized without telling her. Eli Cross is a burned-out ER doctor who walked out of a hospital eight months ago and has not slept properly since. He came to the mountains to be left alone. The last thing he wants is the woman three hundred yards through the trees who fixes radiators in pajamas at six in the morning and looks at him like she sees exactly what he is trying not to be.
A snowstorm forces him into the inn for one night.
One night turns into a kitchen.
A kitchen turns into a porch.
A porch turns into the kind of slow, scraped-open winter where two people who are very good at carrying their own weight finally have to decide whether they can put it down.
But Eli is keeping a secret about why he stopped sleeping. And Wren has been the one everyone leans on for so long she has forgotten what it feels like to lean back.
Sometimes the snow between you is the only thing keeping you safe.
Sometimes it has to melt.
The Snow Between Us is the steamy, slow-burn first book in the Cedar Ridge series — a small-town contemporary romance set in the Colorado mountains, full of meddling siblings, found family, hot cocoa, and a grumpy ER doctor who has finally met someone who refuses to let him disappear.