
I needed something for the long winter nights and this hit every spot. The build-up… I was holding my breath.
BackA devastating storm destroys everything. Stranded in the mountains, botanist Jaine and meteorologist Guilherme are forced to share the last remaining tent—and the only warmth left. Rules of distance and professionalism crumble with every brush of skin, lingering glance, and shared breath in the dark. Between the fury of nature and a director determined to destroy her work, their suppressed desire erupts into nights of intense passion and complete surrender. Amid the chaos, they discover that the greatest storm isn't raging outside... it's what they feel for each other. And when the storm finally passes, will they be able to resist what they were meant to live?
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I needed something for the long winter nights and this hit every spot. The build-up… I was holding my breath.

Three stars off for nothing. Five stars on for everything. Going to listen to it again next month.

Two strangers signing a contract and then learning each other room by room. I am undone.

Lo escuché mientras cocinaba para mi familia. Se me pasaron los frijoles y no me importó. Hermoso.

I've read a hundred CEO romances. He's the first one who felt like an actual adult with a calendar.

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