One rule: Don't touch Trinity Lorenzo. She's my captain's little sister. Off-limits. Forbidden. The one woman I can never have. So naturally, we're the only two who survive when our private plane goes down in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. Perfect. I'm Lincoln Rowe—team protector, the guy who handles problems on the ice. But out here? My fists and slapshot mean nothing against hypothermia and grizzlies. And Trinity, with her sharp tongue and sharper walls, isn't making this any easier. She's running from something—someone—and trusts me about as far as she can throw my massive frame. I promised Dalton I'd keep her safe. I always keep my promises. But surviving means learning to work together. It means shared body heat on freezing nights. Stolen glances and reliance on each other. Her letting me see the vulnerable woman beneath that prickly exterior. Every day we're out here, the line I swore I'd never cross gets blurrier. She's thawing my frozen heart, and I'm falling for the one girl I can't have. When rescue finally comes, I'll have to choose: my best friend and my team, or the woman I'd burn it all down for. Some rules were made to be broken.
