Climb Me Maybe

My stay at Timber Run is temporary, but a soft-spoken lumberjack has me ready to climb up and stake my permanent claim.

As a massage therapist interviewing at the new spa near Timber Run, I’m supposed to be professional, focused, and definitely not distracted by the camp’s ridiculously attractive staff.

Then Brady Tanaka lands on my massage table.

The towering, sculpted lumberjack is all quiet strength and hidden depths, covered in traditional Japanese tattoos that tell stories I’m dying to explore. But it’s clear he’s never been massaged before in his life.

Good thing I love a challenge.

What begins as deep tissue work soon becomes my obsession. The man’s tree-climbing body is a masterpiece—with expertly honed muscles, impressive flexibility, and discipline for days. Plus, he’s adorable in how he tries to hide his reactions when my hands find exactly the right spot.

I’ve never had a client affect me like this.

Each session grows more intimate as his sweetness melts my defenses, while my gentle encouragement reminds him that getting older doesn’t mean losing himself.

I want to put down roots of my own, but I need to know Brady wants more than just my hands-on healing.

Climb Me Maybe is a short, steamy, instalove romance featuring a sexy high-rigger with aging anxieties, a tatted, pink-haired massage therapist with gifted hands, and a massage table that might just spontaneously combust.