Hard Frost

A Steamy Single Dad Cowboy Romance

by Harper West

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Pairing: M/F

Heat Level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Scorching

Tropes: Single Dad, Forced Proximity, Grumpy/Sunshine, Cowboy/Rancher, Touch Her And Die

A stranded city girl. A grumpy single dad. And the blizzard that trapped them together.

June is running for her life. When her car spins out in a Montana blizzard, she thinks it’s the end—freezing, terrified, and miles from civilization. Then he taps on her window.

Silas Stone is a giant. Scarred, angry, and looking at her like she’s a nuisance he can’t wait to get rid of. He drags her out of the snow and into his mountain fortress, making it clear that as soon as the roads clear, she’s gone.

She should be scared of him. But when she sees him with his daughter, the ice in his eyes melts. And when he looks at her—wearing his flannel shirt and nothing else—she doesn’t feel scared. She feels hunted.

They strike a deal: she watches his little girl while he runs the ranch. But the storm outside is nothing compared to the heat rising between them. He warns her that he’s dangerous. He tells her to lock her door at night. But she’s done locking the world out.

She just hopes that when her past finally catches up to her, this cowboy is as dangerous as he promises.


You’ll Love This Book If You Enjoy…

  • ✅ Possessive mountain men who are soft only for their kids
  • ✅ Forced proximity with only one bed (and a blizzard outside)
  • ✅ “Touch her and die” protective heroes
  • ✅ Heroines escaping dangerous pasts who find safety with unexpected men
  • ✅ Slow-burn tension that explodes into scorching heat

Chapter One: The Storm

The windshield wipers were fighting a losing battle against the Montana sky, smearing heavy slush across the glass. June gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather cracked under her fingernails.

“Come on,” she whispered, her words manifesting as white fog in the freezing cabin. “Just another twenty miles. Please.”

The heater had died an hour ago. She was wearing everything she owned—two cotton t-shirts, a gray hoodie, and a denim jacket that offered nothing against a temperature plummeting toward zero. She shivered violently, but it was nothing compared to the fear sitting heavy in her gut.

She checked the rearview mirror. Again. Nothing but white—a swirling, opaque curtain of snow that erased the world.

Derek wasn’t there.

Logically, she knew that. She’d been careful. She’d tossed her smartphone into a trash can three hundred miles back, traded it for a burner phone and a paper map. She’d swapped her license plates in a Walmart parking lot at night.

But fear wasn’t logical. Fear was the memory of a hand squeezing the back of her neck, the smell of expensive cologne and stale scotch, the quiet click of a deadbolt sliding home.

“You’re worthless without me, June. You wouldn’t last a day in the real world.”

Then she saw the headlights in the mirror. Yellow orbs in the distance. A truck. High up. Massive.

Derek drove a black truck.

She panicked. Slammed the gas. The road curved. She didn’t see the black ice.

The steering wheel went weightless. The world tilted. Sky. Snow. Guardrail. Snow.

CRUNCH.

The impact was a sickening metallic thud through her skeleton. The front bumper bit into a deep snowbank, and the car whipped around, sliding nose-first into a ditch.

Then silence. The engine sputtered once, choked, and died.

She was alone. Off the road. Nobody knew where she was.

Twenty minutes passed. The shivering started to change—from violent rattles to a deep, rhythmic trembling. Her eyelids grew heavy.

Crunch. Crunch.

Heavy footsteps breaking through snow. A shadow, darker than the storm, detached from the white void and took shape. Bipedal. Massive.

A man.

Tap. Tap.

“Open it,” a voice roared from outside. Not Derek’s smooth cultured voice—this was a landslide. Deep, gravelly, vibrating with raw aggression. “Or I break the glass!”

Trembling, June pulled the lock up.

The door was ripped from her grip. Wind screamed into the cabin with stinging ice crystals. Then the figure leaned in.

This wasn’t Derek. This wasn’t anyone she’d ever seen.

The man filling her door was terrifying—a wall of Carhartt canvas and brute force, coated in fresh snow. He had to hunch over to look inside, shoulders so broad they blocked out the light. A black cowboy hat pulled low, thick dark beard flecked with ice. And eyes—pale, startlingly blue—that were furious.

He was holding a rifle.

“You have a death wish, girl?”

“I’m not going to shoot you,” he growled, sensing her panic. “If I wanted you dead, I would have left you in here. You’ve got maybe thirty minutes before hypothermia shuts your heart down.”

He tossed the rifle into the snowbank and scooped her up in one fluid motion. Against his chest, he was a furnace—radiating heat through his heavy canvas coat. Her treacherous body buried against him, seeking warmth.

“Where are we going?” she asked, muffled by his coat.

“Truck. Gate. My house.”

He carried her through thigh-deep snow like it was nothing, deposited her in a warm pickup, and climbed in beside her—filling the cab with his massive presence.

“What’s your name?” he asked, staring straight ahead.

“June,” she whispered.

He glanced at her, his eyes dropping to her lips, then back to the road.

“Well, June,” he grunted, accelerating toward a winding road leading up the mountain, “you picked a hell of a night to trespass.”

As the truck climbed higher, leaving the main road behind, June realized the truth. She was warm. She was alive. But she was now completely, utterly alone with the wolf.

And the gate was locked behind them.


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Frequently Asked Questions

Is this book spicy?
Yes! Hard Frost features explicit intimate scenes between consenting adults. Heat level is scorching (🌶️🌶️🌶️).

Is this a standalone?
Yes, Hard Frost is a complete standalone romance with a guaranteed happily ever after. No cliffhangers!

What tropes are in this book?
Single dad, forced proximity (snowed in!), grumpy/sunshine, cowboy/rancher hero, woman on the run, protective “touch her and die” hero, and only one bed.

Does this book have a happy ending?
Absolutely! All Fractal Enigma books guarantee a satisfying happily ever after.


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