The ice road was the second most dangerous thing in that truck.
Sloane Sterling is an investigative journalist from New York with a Pulitzer-sized ambition and a secret that could bring down a billion-dollar corporation. When she manipulates her way into the cab of an ice road trucker's Peterbilt on Alaska's Dalton Highway, she tells everyone it's for a story about brave men conquering the Arctic.
It's not.
Garrison "Garret" Vance is the lead driver. Six-foot-three. Heavily bearded. Three felony convictions — all for putting violent men in the hospital. He hauls eighty thousand pounds of steel pipe across frozen lakes in minus-forty-degree darkness, sleeps in a bunk the size of a coffin, and speaks in sentences short enough to fit on a bullet casing. He doesn't want a passenger. He especially doesn't want her.
But when a corporate security team sabotages his truck and triggers an avalanche that buries the road behind them, Garret's engine dies — stranding them alone on the North Slope of Alaska in the first hours of a catastrophic Arctic storm.
No heat. No power. No rescue for forty-eight hours.
The only shelter is the truck's sleeper cab — four feet by six feet of darkness, wool blankets, and a candle that burns for eight hours. The temperature drops below zero. Survival depends on shared body heat, brutal honesty, and trusting the most dangerous man on the ice road with the only thing Sloane has left: herself.
As the cold strips away every lie, every wall, and every reason to keep her distance, Sloane discovers that the man she feared is the only man she's ever felt safe with. And Garret discovers that the woman who brought a death squad to his convoy is the one thing on this frozen highway worth fighting for.
He doesn't just protect what's his. He destroys anything that threatens it.
