Two opposites. One cabin. The perfect storm.

All Lucy Sage wanted was inspiration for her next book, and maybe to escape mothering her nieces for a few days. Now she's sheltering from a snowstorm on a Norwegian mountain, and if she hadn't been rescued by handsome stranger Oskar Aagard, she'd probably be dead from hypothermia.

Needless to say, her trip could be going better.

At least being trapped in a tiny cabin with a metaphorical Norse god has its upsides. But she's too deep in a career crisis to even contemplate falling for a man from another country. If only he wasn't so tall and kind and dreamy and…

Ah drat, there's only one bed.

Her heart never had a hope in hell.