Noah by Kate Tilney

Jules:
There’s no one better at making sales than me. After being the top salesperson at my athletic-wear company four quarters in a row, I’ve won an all-inclusive two-week stay to an Alaskan resort.
Only, all-inclusive means something totally different here. And resort is a fancy word for roughing it in the middle of nowhere. If I don’t end up mauled by a bear or a moose, it’ll be a miracle.
Though, I wouldn’t mind being mauled by the super sexy owner of the lodge . . .

Noah:
She doesn’t belong here. I knew that the second she stepped off of the airplane. Polished and put together, if a bit clumsy, I’d like nothing more than to get her messy.
And I’m not just talking about rolling around in the mud.
I shouldn’t want her, but I do. And the longer she stays here, the more I never want her to leave.