SNOWBOUND DISCIPLINE

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Love was not a feeling. Love was a structure. And Silas Voss built structures to last.

Silas Voss is forty-eight, six-foot-five, and built like the cabins he constructs by hand — solid, deliberate, made to withstand anything. He’s Marcus Cole’s best friend of twenty-seven years. He’s also been watching Marcus’s son from across birthday dinners and holiday tables with a longing he’s buried so deep it’s become geological. When Marcus bails on their annual cabin trip and asks Silas to keep an eye on Leo, Silas agrees. Because Silas always agrees. Because keeping an eye on Leo is the only thing he allows himself.

Leo Cole is twenty-one, an art school dropout with a cigarette habit and a sketchbook full of one man’s hands. He’s been drawing Silas’s hands for two years — the scarred knuckles, the calloused palms, the way they grip a steering wheel like they’re holding the world in place. Leo is sharp-tongued, self-destructive, and starving for the one thing his absent father never gave him: someone who pays attention.

When a blizzard seals them inside Silas’s hand-built cabin, the careful distance between them collapses. It starts with a cigarette on the porch and a voice that says put it out. It escalates through a corner, a correction, a spanking that leaves Leo shaking — not from pain, but from the devastating relief of being held accountable by someone who won’t look away. And when Leo says yes, Sir with daylight in his eyes and his walls fully up, the last pretense between them burns to ash.

But storms end. Roads open. And Marcus is coming to the cabin — the best friend who trusted Silas with his son and has no idea what that trust became. Silas has to choose: the twenty-seven-year friendship, or the twenty-one-year-old who looks at him like he built the world and asks only to be kept inside it.

SNOWBOUND DISCIPLINE is a high-heat MM contemporary romance featuring a builder who speaks in blueprints and loves in load-bearing walls, an artist who draws the same hands for two years because they’re the first thing that made him want to look at the world again, a father who went quiet when his wife died and is only now learning to speak, and a love story built the way cabins are built — from the foundation up, with materials chosen for permanence, in a structure designed to hold the weight of everything placed inside it.

Mine. Not the way Ethan meant it — not a cage, not a leash. Mine the way the cabin was mine. Built by my hands. Maintained by my attention. And I would stand in front of it when the storm came.

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