Freaking Out in Flannel: An Alaska Wilderness Romantic Comedy

FAITH I bought an island to get away from people. Three hundred and forty acres, one seaplane pilot who thinks I'm hilarious, and zero neighbors. That was the plan. The plan did not account for a hermit already living in my woods. Or his pet wolf he calls Kitty. Or the fact that he'd spend three years alphabetizing his firewood and still somehow forget how to be a person around me. I have a scar, a system for avoiding men, and an ex-life in Chicago I'm not ready to talk about. I did not come here to fall for a six-foot-something ex-soldier who fixes my porch step, growls when I misbehave, and looks at me like I'm the first good thing that's happened to him in years. I definitely did not come here for this. I stayed anyway. ORION Three years alone on this island, and I had it figured out. Quiet. Controlled. Everything in its labeled place, including me. Then a woman showed up wearing bread-loaf pajamas, armed with a fire extinguisher, and every rule I'd built for myself started coming apart at the seams. I know what I am. I know what I'm capable of on a bad night. I told myself the kindest thing I could do was keep my distance and let her have her island in peace. I did not keep my distance. I'm not sorry. A romantic comedy about two damaged people, one very judgmental wolf, and what happens when isolation stops being a defense mechanism... and starts being foreplay.