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<\/span><\/div>\nWhen a snowstorm comes barreling through, it\u2019s Kylie who\u2019s at my doorstep needing heat and food because she\u2019s completely unprepared. Although I warned her, she finally admits I was right. Between my hatred for her dog and her distaste for me, things are bound to get complicated.<\/p>\n
Secluded in my cabin together means the temperature rises, the gloves come off\u2014but most of all\u2014the arousal and chemistry moving between us reaches its breaking point.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n I received this book from the authors for an honest review.<\/p>\n Chemistry, Chemisty, CHEMISTRY!!!!\u00a0 Holy moly this enemies to lover\u2019s book was awesome!!!\u00a0 SO I will admit I have never read anything from these authors but I see Jenika\u2019s name all the time.\u00a0 SO when I could finally grab a book and fit it into my schedule I jumped.\u00a0 Man am I a happy camper too.\u00a0 Get my pun\u2026camper\u2026.mountain wilderness??\u00a0 Ok lame so let\u2019s discuss\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n Kylie is totally me.\u00a0 She is going to live with her dogs and have a happy life. I like dogs better than humans so let\u2019s go and be wilderness people.\u00a0 But it seems Luke, her hawt and dreamy neighbor, is none to thrilled with her or her dogs\u2026LOL<\/p>\n Luke being Mr. Mounting man is ready to take on the winter and all that it gives you with the crazy temps and life in the wilderness.\u00a0 Our hilarious heroine is so not prepared for this weather and all the wilderness throws at you.\u00a0\u00a0 This again is totally me\u2026.not a planner just a doer.<\/p>\n This book is just so funny watching the couple learn to deal with each other and get over each other\u2019s craziness while also dealing with the insane attraction that is brewing.<\/p>\n The wind and snow slam against the windows and front door, sounding like it could break right through the glass. Rosie shivers and whimpers beside me, as Kozmo growls. He\u2019s my protector, even if he doesn\u2019t listen to me worth a shit. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.<\/p>\n She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Amazon I moved to the mountains to get away from everyone and everything. All I want is peace and quiet and it\u2019s worked well for me over the last decade. But then she moves in next door and disrupts my solitude.Kylie\u2014my new neighbor\u2014with her smartass mouth and destructive dog. It\u2019s obvious she … Continue reading #NewRelease #review – Ruthless Mountain Man by Jenika Snow & Kesley King<\/span> ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/angies-review.png?resize=230%2C50\")
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\n\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Kozmo.\u201d I reach out and grab his collar, gently pulling him toward me. He lays down by my feet and I stroke his head, trying not to show that I\u2019m pretty damn terrified of the storm raging outside. It\u2019s not even about the weather per se, but the fact I\u2019m so not prepared for this crap.
\nThe fire crackles, and I turn and look at the hearth, the flames a lot less intense than what they were an hour ago. The firewood stacked up in the corner of the room makes me nervous, seeing as there are only a few logs left. They\u2019d been here when I first moved in, and I hadn\u2019t even thought about replenishing the stock so soon, not when I\u2019d been busy unpacking and cleaning.
\nI grit my teeth as I think about Luke\u2014Mr. Ruthless\u2014next door and his warning. There\u2019s no way in hell I was going to admit he\u2019s right\u2014that I\u2019m unprepared and out of my element. Fuck him and his arrogant attitude.
\nI bring the blanket around me a little higher just as the lights start to flicker. Tilting my head back and looking up, I stare at the ceiling and say a silent prayer that the power doesn\u2019t go out. I may have enough food stocked to weather out this bitch of a storm, but that doesn\u2019t mean I can cook any of it without a fire or electricity.
\nThe wind howls outside, and I curse the weatherman and his shitty forecast. \u201cThis weekend my ass,\u201d I mutter. And then it\u2019s like Mother Nature says a big \u201cfuck you\u201d as the lights go off. Rosie whimpers even louder, so I lift her into my lap, trying to calm her. She\u2019s not used to this insane weather.
\n\u201cShh. It\u2019s okay, girl. It\u2019ll come back on, and everything will be okay. The storm will pass soon.\u201d I know why I\u2019m saying this\u2014trying to reassure myself and feel better about the situation\u2014but it\u2019s grossly clear that I\u2019m not at all prepared for a storm like this. I didn\u2019t check the generator, and my wood stockpile is nonexistent.
\nThe longer I sit here, the lower the flames get, and the colder it becomes. I set Rosie aside and get up to toss the remaining logs in, stoking them and walking over to grab a blanket. I move down in front of the fire to keep warm and call the dogs over.
\n\u201cCome here,\u201d I call for Kozmo and Rosie. Both of them shuffle over and lay beside me, curling around my body. I glance at the front window, the sheer curtains not hiding the pellets that are assaulting the glass like tiny bullets. I only hope it\u2019s strong enough to withstand it and not break.
\nMr. Ruthless was not right. He was not right.
\nHe might be a little right.
\nAn hour later and I\u2019m still in front of the now dwindled fire, the embers the only thing alive in the damn hearth. The electricity shows no signs of coming back to life. The blanket is wrapped tightly around me, but it\u2019s not helping keep the chill out of my bones. And the storm\u2014the fucking storm is still going stronger than ever outside.
\nNo way this is ending anytime soon.
\nI stand and head to the kitchen. Because I\u2019m trying to stay positive, I check the stove. Nothing. I walk over to the fridge and open it. Nada. Because I have nothing better to do, I try the light switch. Zilch.
\n\u201cFuck.\u201d
\nDammit. When this storm is done, and the weather isn\u2019t shitty, I\u2019m investing in a crap load of fuel and a gas stove.
\nI glance at the front door, thinking over my options. No\u2026no way in hell am I going to entertain the idea of asking him for help. Nope. No way in hell.
\nAnother hour passes, and I\u2019m visibly shaking, the cold too much for the pups and me to handle. I have no idea how long the storm is going to rage or when the power will come back. Thinking about my options, I could stay here and freeze to death, my dogs having to survive by eating my frozen body. I snort and shake my head at the ludicrous thought. Perhaps this is where I start going crazy, talking to myself and hallucinating.
\nRosie burrows under the blanket farther, pressing against my body for heat. Kozmo is only halfway under the blanket, his head poking out as he stares at the front door, still on guard duty.
\nThe fire has since died, the embers a distant memory.
\n\u201cFuck this,\u201d I say and walk over to put my boots and jacket on. \u201cIf he wants to start shit or even have an \u2018I told you so\u2019 attitude, I\u2019ll give him a piece of my mind,\u201d I say to Rosie and Kozmo as if they can understand me. \u201cCome on, guys. We aren\u2019t staying here and freezing to death.\u201d
\nKozmo is by my side a second later, but Rosie takes a little coercing to get out from under the warmth of the blanket. She hobbles over to me, and I scoop her up but walk over and grab the blanket to wrap her up. I have no doubt Kozmo will be fine walking in this weather. He\u2019s a tank on the best of days. Taking a deep breath, I reach for the handle.
\nI stay like that for a moment, afraid to open the door and no doubt get an onslaught from the weather. \u201cReady, boy?\u201d I look down at Kozmo. He tips his head back and makes a whiny noise. Exhaling deeply, I pull it open.
\nImmediately the wind pushes back, the frigid air enough to take my breath away. I duck my head and step outside, Kozmo following right behind me. Once the door is shut, I haul ass down the porch, around the side, and make my way up the hill. The snow is violent as it slams against me, pushing me forward then back again. What pisses me off more than this weather is the fact I have to force myself to go ask him for help.
\nI slip more times than I want to admit, but I keep going until I\u2019m finally standing at his front door and see his lights. He has power, which doesn\u2019t surprise me when I hear his generator roaring. I know he\u2019s going to rub that shit in my face. I bring my frozen knuckles down on the wood three times and take a small step back.
\nA moment later the door flies open, and Luke stands in front of me. His plaid flannel is unbuttoned and showing off the white T-shirt beneath that\u2019s stretched across his hard chest. His broad shoulders block out everything behind him but I ignore the smug as hell smile he\u2019s wearing, and instead focus on the heat seeping from the inside of the cabin and washing over me.
\nHe says nothing as he steps aside and allows me and the dogs to enter. I\u2019m biting my tongue fiercely right now, but I swear to everything that is holy, if he says one thing about being right, I\u2019ll unleash the She-Bitch on his ass.
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