Sierra Winters is a fiercely independent wildlife photographer chasing her dreams in the rugged landscapes of Alaska. She's never been one to linger in one place, preferring the call of adventure over the bonds of love. But when a storm leaves her stranded in a small coastal town, she finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Alex Hart, a reserved yet charismatic innkeeper with a past he'd rather forget. Alex has built a quiet life away from the chaos of his old one, focusing on running his family's century-old inn. The last thing he needs is a free-spirited stranger stirring up his world. Yet, as their paths intertwine, Sierra's spontaneity begins to thaw Alex's guarded heart, while Alex's steady presence challenges Sierra to confront her fear of staying still. But just as they begin to let their walls down, Sierra is offered the career opportunity of a lifetime, forcing them to confront what they're willing to risk for love. Will they let the whispers of the wind carry them apart, or will they fight for the connection they never saw coming?
Sierra Winters tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles blanching white against the black leather. The wind howled outside, battering the sides of her SUV like an angry spirit, and the headlights barely cut through the swirling snowstorm. She'd read about Alaskan winters-wild, untamed, and unforgiving-but reading about them and driving through one were two vastly different experiences.
Her GPS chirped, insisting she'd arrived at her destination, though she saw nothing but an endless expanse of white. She slowed to a crawl, scanning for any sign of civilization. A wooden sign, half-buried in snow, suddenly appeared on her right. "Windhaven Inn – Est. 1925" was etched in bold letters, the paint weathered but still legible.
Sierra sighed in relief and turned onto the narrow driveway. Trees loomed on either side, their branches sagging under the weight of fresh snow. At the end of the path, a rustic inn emerged, its warm, golden lights flickering through frosted windows. It looked like something out of a postcard-a cozy retreat tucked away in the middle of nowhere.
The storm roared louder the moment Sierra stepped out of the car. Pulling her parka tighter around her, she grabbed her camera bag and a small duffel, leaving the bulk of her gear behind. She made a mad dash toward the inn's entrance, boots crunching through the thick snow.
The door swung open just before she reached it, and a man stepped into view. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a face that seemed carved from stone-strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and piercing gray eyes that regarded her with cautious curiosity.
"Need help?" His voice was deep, carrying a hint of annoyance.
Sierra hesitated, caught off guard by his intensity. "Uh, yeah. I'm Sierra. I booked a room here for the week."
He nodded once, stepping aside to let her in. The warmth inside was immediate and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy gale outside. Sierra took a moment to soak it in, stamping the snow off her boots.
"Alex Hart," the man said, offering a brief handshake. His grip was firm but not overly so, and his hand was warm against her cold fingers.
The lobby was exactly what Sierra had hoped for. A roaring fireplace dominated one wall, surrounded by plush armchairs and a well-worn rug. Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, and the scent of pine and cinnamon lingered in the air.
"This place is beautiful," she said, setting her bag down.
"Thanks." Alex's tone was clipped, as if he didn't want to linger on pleasantries. "You're lucky you made it here before the worst of the storm hit. Roads might be closed for a while."
The weight of his words settled over her. "Closed? For how long?"
"Hard to say. Could be a day, could be three. This isn't a mild storm." He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze unwavering.
Sierra bit back a groan. Being stranded wasn't part of her plan. She had a schedule, a list of locations to photograph, and deadlines to meet. But arguing with nature-and Alex-wasn't going to change anything.
"Alright, well, I guess I'll make the most of it." She forced a smile. "Mind pointing me toward my room?"
Alex grabbed a key from the wooden rack behind the counter and handed it to her. "Room 3. Upstairs, second door on the left."
The stairs creaked beneath her boots as she made her way to the second floor. Room 3 was small but charming, with a quilt-covered bed, a vintage writing desk, and a window overlooking the snow-covered forest. Sierra dropped her bags and sank onto the edge of the bed, exhaling deeply.
The storm outside seemed relentless, rattling the windowpane and piling snow higher by the second. Sierra leaned back, her thoughts wandering. This wasn't how she'd imagined starting her latest adventure.
Photography had always been her escape. Through her lens, she could freeze moments, tell stories, and lose herself in the beauty of the world. She'd spent years chasing sunsets, scaling mountains, and venturing into the unknown. Commitment-whether to a person, a place, or even a routine-had never appealed to her. Yet, sitting in the quiet room of the inn, Sierra felt an unusual tug of stillness, as if the storm outside was forcing her to pause.
The scent of coffee wafted upstairs, pulling her from her thoughts. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and she decided to head back down.
The kitchen was tucked behind the lobby, separated by a half-open door. Alex stood at the counter, pouring coffee into a pair of mugs. His movements were methodical, his expression unreadable.
"You're welcome to some," he said without looking up.
Sierra stepped closer, accepting a mug. "Thanks. Do you always run the place by yourself?"
"For the most part."
"No family to help out?" She took a sip, savoring the warmth.
Alex's jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Not anymore."
The weight of his reply hung in the air, discouraging further questions. Sierra shifted uncomfortably, sensing she'd touched a nerve.
"I didn't mean to pry," she said softly.
"It's fine." He leaned against the counter, his gaze distant. "People come here to get away, to find quiet. It works for me too."
Sierra studied him, intrigued by his guarded demeanor. "Doesn't it get lonely?"
He shrugged. "Better than the alternative."
The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire in the lobby. Sierra wondered what kind of past had made Alex so wary of connection.
"You're not like most guests," he said finally, his tone lighter.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Most people come here for the solitude. You seem... restless."
Sierra chuckled, setting her mug down. "Restless is kind of my default. Sitting still isn't really my thing."
"No kidding." A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, softening his otherwise stoic features.
She found herself smiling back, surprised by how quickly the tension between them had eased. Maybe being stranded here wouldn't be so bad after all.
The storm continued to rage through the night, but inside the walls of Windhaven Inn, the crackling fire and unexpected company made it feel a little less lonely.
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Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
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