Stranded a Forced Proximity Snowstorm Romance

By Selena Moore

When her car breaks down in the middle of a deserted road during a snowstorm, Jessica Cross finds herself all alone with no one to call for help. As the temperature plummets a handsome man appears, taking her with him to his remote cabin in the woods. Notorious ladies' man Bryan Hunt is never one to shy away from trouble and when he finds a half-unconscious woman inside of a crashed car he has no choice but to take her to the only place he doesn't want.
His cabin.

All characters in this book are above legal age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Moore
• Release date: Sep 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005070182

Selena Moore

Selena Moore is an Amazon Best Selling erotic fiction author. Married to the man of her dreams and living on a small island in the Mediterranean sea, she writes unapologetic erotic romance with strong alpha men and sassy, strong-willed women and also writes erotica as Fiona Lust. Hea is always guaranteed.Selena loves to connect with her readers on her socials.Follow her on Instagram at @selenamooreromance and on TikTok at @selenamoore_romance

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Stranded

A Snowstorm Romance

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Copyright 2021 by Selena Moore

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 9798503540796

**Smashwords Edition**

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

Printed in the United States of America

Chapter 1 

Please don't do this babe, I swear she means nothing to me, her fiancé Andrew spoke, his voice calm, steady. 

He stood across from her in the large living room of their penthouse apartment, talking to her as if they were having a casual conversation, instead of a fight over their ruined relationship. 

Jessica looked at him and could barely hold her rage at his impassive stance toward the whole situation. She had just found him in bed with another woman in the house they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives in. 

You should have thought of that before you brought her to our house, Andrew, shouldn't you? she shouted at him. I gave you four years of my life, you bastard! 

She suddenly felt nauseated, but she would be damned if she was going to cry in front of him. 

Let me make it up to you darling. I told you it was a one-time thing. It will never happen again, she heard him say while she searched through the medicine cabinet for the packet of Gravol she remembered having somewhere inside. 

He obviously did not know her at all. She did not believe in second chances. I want you to leave so I can pack my things. I never want to see your face again, she said in a high-pitched voice. When she found what she was looking for, she flipped open a tablet and swallowed hard. 

She walked past him into the bedroom, hearing the soft click of the door as he closed it behind him. She sat on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears. 

Christ, she thought, how could this have happened to her? 

How long had he been cheating on her and then getting back to their bed every single night? 

She had sensed something was off for quite some time, even confronted him about it and he always told her it must be the stress of their impending wedding. She had been foolish enough to believe him. 

It was a cold Sunday night and she had returned to their apartment without calling first. She wanted to surprise him after being away for almost a week visiting her sister, who just had her second baby boy. 

But when she opened the door and saw two wine glasses on the expensive coffee table she had picked out just days ago, she realized something was wrong. Soft moans were coming from the top floor and when a moment later she stood outside the open bedroom door, her heart broke at the sight of her fiancé making love to a skinny blonde who could not have been more than twenty years old. 

Her stomach convulsed again, and she hurried to the bathroom, grabbing the toilet with both hands and emptying what little she had eaten all day. Her