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His Big Axe: Deepwood Mountain
His Big Axe: Deepwood Mountain
His Big Axe: Deepwood Mountain
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His Big Axe: Deepwood Mountain

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He's a brawny lumberjack as masterfully cut as the wood under his axe.

And he's my best friend's dad.

 

I've had a crush on Logan Everett ever since Blair brought me home to Deepwood Mountain for Spring Break in our freshman year.

The man is ridiculously tall, chiseled, and the posterboy for the strong silent type. 

And I want to climb him like a big Montana pine.

I'm here for the summer, but it's not like anything will happen. Besides being totally off limits, Logan's nearly twice my age and way out of my freckled and frizzy-haired league.

If only I could convince my lovesick heart that we're not meant to be.

It's hopeless. I'm falling fast and hard. Timber.

 

Welcome to Deepwood Mountain, Montana, a small town where six best friends with big dreams went from blue-collar bad boys to big-shot millionaires. But you know what they say about success…It's lonely at the top. All these men need is a woman to claim, protect, and treat like a queen. Are you ready for the mountain men of Deepwood?

 

His Big Axe is a short, steamy, instalove romance with a not-so-innocent heroine, a giant cinnamon roll hero, and a well-deserved happily ever after.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 29, 2023
ISBN9781957933023
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    His Big Axe - Lexi Hayes

    CHAPTER 1

    MADDIE

    There’s nothing quite like the Montana mountains in the summertime.

    The familiar scent of fresh pine and sweet wildflowers is floating in on the breeze and as I ease out of my car I soak up the comforting aromas, along with the warm afternoon sunshine.

    I’m from the East Coast, where summers can be muggy and downright miserable, so I consider myself lucky to have escaped to Montana for college. UM is where I met Blair Everett—my dorm roommate and instant bestie. Four years ago, she brought me here to her dad’s Deepwood Mountain cabin, and the place is now etched into my soul.

    Real talk: calling the Everett place atop the mountain a cabin is like calling Buckingham Palace a cute townhouse. Blair’s dad is the former owner of Everett Logging, the largest logging company in Montana. I say former because he sold the company a while back for millions. With its three stories, soaring gables, floor-to-ceiling picture windows, and wood and stone everywhere, yeah, the house may have some rustic elements, but referring to it as a cabin is just silly.

    Making my way over to the railing of the multi-level wraparound deck, I break into a wicked smile. The really scenic view has nothing to do with the majestic Montana landscape.

    Bare-chested and glistening with sweat, Logan Everett works in a methodical rhythm as he splits logs down in the side yard. His sun-bleached hair is tousled, falling into his eyes, his attention squarely focused on the wood beneath his big axe.

    If anyone thinks that because Logan used to own the company, he never worked a day in his life felling trees, sawing wood, or operating any of the heavy machinery, they’d be dead wrong. He’s been working with wood since he was a kid—his father hiring him on as a lumberjack as soon as he graduated from high school. Since then, he did every labor-intensive job at the company just the same as his employees until the day he sold it.

    And he has the thick muscles to prove it.

    I’m mesmerized by each swing of his axe, heat pooling between my legs at the sheer masculinity of it all. I can’t help it. Since Blair invited me to spend our freshman year Spring Break with her and her dad, I’ve had a secret crush on Logan. It’s honestly impossible for me not to drool over him. He’s tall, strong as an ox, ruggedly handsome, and the most down to earth, gentle man I’ve ever met. And now, watching him in his element, his body thrumming with primal energy, my heart starts pounding harder in my chest.

    Logan’s axe lands on the block with a final thud, splitting the log before him neatly in two. He straightens, wiping his brow with his forearm, and turns to look up at the house. His gaze lands on me, and a pleased smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

    Maddie! he calls, resting his axe against the woodpile. You’re early.

    There’s a familiar flutter in my belly when I hear him say my name. Logan, I reply, my voice a bit too breathy. Traffic was lighter than I expected.

    He nods. Blair still enroute?

    Guess so, I say with a shrug. She had a later start but should be here soon.

    He rolls his eyes. She takes after her mother there.

    I smile. Logan and I both like to give Blair a hard time about her tendency to be late. It’s become kind of an inside joke between us, and his comment just now felt intimate in a way it probably shouldn’t have.

    There’s a loud, deep bark from somewhere nearby, and a flurry of black, white, and rust-colored fur hurtles toward me. Hank! I exclaim, as Logan’s massive Bernese Mountain Dog knocks me down onto the deck. I’m instantly covered in aggressive licks and wet nose rubs. He dances on excited paws, tail wagging furiously, his entire body shaking with joy as I hug and pet him. Hello, boy. I missed you!

    I glance down at the yard, but Logan is gone. In a moment, I hear the sliding glass door open behind me. You okay? Logan asks, suddenly next to me, pulling Hank off me. Don’t be so damn rough, Hank.

    I laugh as Hank nudges his enormous head under my palm, demanding pets. I’m fine.

    Logan offers me a hand and I take it, electric sparks zooming through my arm at his touch. He pulls me up with more force than I expect, and I bump

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