Reseña del libro "Plowed In (Snowed In At Silverpine) (en Inglés)"
Devika argues for a living. Twelve years a Chicago litigator, she has never once lost a room, and she has never once stood in a snowbank soaking through her tights over a stranger she met four minutes ago. For the record, it's his fault. Gunnar Holm drives the county plow. He doesn't talk. He carries her out of the storm, takes off her boots himself, warms her frozen feet in his hands, and puts her in his bed while he takes the loveseat, and he has one rule for the woman who won't stop talking: if she wants something, she has to say the plain thing. Subject, verb, object. No lawyer in it. She's never said a plain thing in her life. He's never wanted anything as much as making her. But there's a folder in her bag with his name on it, and the road out of the mountains is going to open, and Gunnar Holm is about to find out that the woman in his flannel came up his mountain to take him apart in a very different way. Plowed In is an explicit, open-door forced-proximity romance: a grumpy giant who moves her where he wants her, a heroine who talks back until she can't, a rule she has to obey in bed, a game he plays with the count, a secret that could end it, and a rescue that changes everything. A standalone HEA. Book Two of Snowed In at Silverpine.