The day my mother died, she left me an old mountain inn, a stack of unpaid bills, and a stubborn conviction that Miller women don't quit.

The day Cole Sterling walks through my door with a cream-colored envelope, he takes the last thing I have left—my mortgage.

Oak Creek Inn used to be the kind of place that filled every room with honeymooners and ski bums. Now the gazebo is half-collapsed, three of eight guest rooms have working heat, and I'm arguing with a crooked Christmas wreath when the billionaire who owns my debt catches me falling off a ladder and wraps an arm around my waist like he already owns that, too.

Cole Sterling is everything the inn is not: polished, ruthless, and very, very temporary. He wants to "restructure the asset." I want him to stop calling my home an asset. He offers a deal that will save the inn on paper and ruin everything it's ever meant to my family. I tell him no. Often. Loudly.

But Oak Creek Inn is small, the walls are thin, and there's only one master suite with a barely-working radiator. The more time we spend trapped together in my drafty, stubborn building, with its ticking stove, nosy townsfolk, and ledger full of secrets about the Sterlings and this land, the harder it is to ignore the heat simmering between us.

He's the man holding the power to foreclose on four generations of Miller women. I'm the innkeeper who refuses to let him turn my family's history into a line item on a balance sheet.

Saving the inn might mean trusting the one man I should never fall for.
Losing it might mean walking away from the first person who's made this creaky old place, and my battered heart, feel alive again.

The Billionaire's Innkeeper is a steamy, small-town enemies-to-lovers romance with a grumpy billionaire, a fiercely hopeful innkeeper, found family in a snowbound mountain town, and a deeply earned happily-ever-after. Perfect for readers who like their small towns a little messy, their disasters one ladder fall away, and their love stories high-heat and high-heart.