My ex carved our initials into a tree. I came to return the favor… with a chainsaw.
I came to Ashwood Falls to chop down a tree, not to crash into a real-life mountain man with broody eyes and biceps carved by the gods.
After catching my fiancé playing tickle the pickle with another woman, I ditch my vacation plans and set out to destroy the one thing that still ties us together: the stupid tree where he carved our initials. Armed with a chainsaw and a bad attitude, I march into the Alaskan woods ready for revenge.
What I’m not ready for? Nearly slicing off my toe and getting rescued by a gruff, silent, gorgeous lumberjack who insists I wait out the blizzard in his remote cabin.
He’s a former Army Ranger who prefers trees to people. I’m a heartbroken woman with no clue how to start over, or how to stop staring at the man who’s helping me heal in ways I never expected.
We’re complete opposites. He’s got walls around his heart. I came here with a chainsaw.
But maybe some things are meant to be carved from second chances.
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