On the Ranger: Mistview Heights Book 3

Shane Aarons is going to ruin my national park.
...And he may also ruin me.

Micah: The best thing about being a park ranger is having the forest to myself. I love my job, but I want a promotion, badly, and the last thing I need is this new hire Shane getting in my way. He just isn’t cut out for ranger work. He’s thin. He’s clumsy. His head is in the clouds.

...And sometimes I want to touch him. So, so bad.

I’m not gay. At least… I didn’t think I was. But now my mind won’t shut up about Shane: his body, his laugh, his lips. When he hurts himself hauling a wood pile and I have to take care of him, I hardly know what to do. Because now he’s in my house--in my bed--letting slip that he wants me, too.

How could I say no to that?

Shane: Holy God, why are lumberjacks so stupidly hot?

I swear, I wasn’t trying to get a park ranger job just to drool over Micah the whole time. But that’s kind of how I’ve been spending all my time. I’m not a great park ranger--I’m a city boy who’s only good at ending up in other city boys’ beds. But I’m trying. And when Micah, dressed in flannel and big boots, bosses me around, I can’t help but fall for him.

But I never expected that one night, in the dark, he’d want to kiss me, too. And now that it’s happened, it’s getting harder and harder to control myself around him. Am I just falling for another straight guy who will leave me in the dust? Or could he be my ranger for real?

On the Ranger is a 76,000-word gay romance about a gruff lumberjack and a spunky city boy who fall in love. It features misty, foresty walks, tall trees, and plenty of steamy scenes. It’s the third book set in Mistview Heights, but can be read as a standalone novel.