Alaskan Heat - Possible Story
When Harper Donovan moves to a remote Alaskan town for a fresh start, she finds herself the center of attention in a place where men outnumber women ten to one. But nothing—and no one—has her heart racing quite like rugged local Jake Lawson. Sparks fly, but is Harper ready for the kind of trouble Jake promises?
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© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix
Moving to Alaska wasn’t exactly what I’d planned when I was job hunting, but when I saw the listing for an administrative position at a small local business, I figured, why not? I hadn’t really paid much attention to the fact that the ad said it was women only until I got here.
It wasn’t until I was standing at the front of the tiny local bar, the only one in town, that I realized something was off.
“Are you lost, sweetheart?” The deep voice cuts through the chatter as I sit down at the bar. The man speaking is rugged in a way only Alaska can breed—dark hair, scruffy beard, and a flannel that hugs a very wide chest. His ice-blue eyes bore into mine, and I feel a flush crawl up my neck.
“Uh, no, I just moved here. Starting a new job tomorrow.” I force a smile, not sure why he’s staring at me like I’m a steak and he’s starving.
He leans on the bar, those muscular forearms flexing as he narrows his gaze. “You’re the new girl they were talking about?”
“Girl?” I laugh awkwardly. “I’m a woman, thank you very much.”
“Oh, you’re definitely all woman,” he rumbles, eyes traveling slowly over me like he’s appraising every inch. “But you might not know what you’ve walked into.”
I blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. “Well… we’ve got a bit of a shortage in this town.” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “Of women. Men outnumber you ten to one, honey. Which means you’re gonna have a lot of attention. Whether you like it or not.”
My heart stutters in my chest. Attention? Me?
That’s new.
I’ve always been the awkward, shy girl. In my family, I’m the “ugly sister,” the one who’s too clumsy, too short, and too…everything, according to them. Sure, I have long red hair and curves, but I’ve never been the kind of woman guys fall over themselves for. I’ve gotten used to blending into the background, which is where I’ve always liked to be.
But here… something’s different. The way this guy is looking at me makes me feel exposed, like maybe I’m not as invisible as I thought.
“I doubt that,” I mutter, suddenly self-conscious.
He raises an eyebrow. “Trust me. Around here, you’re practically a queen. Hell, with that hair, those eyes…” His gaze sweeps down to my curves, lingering a little too long. “You put Jessica Rabbit to shame.”
I snort, trying to shake off the weird heat climbing through me. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me.”
He smirks. “Stick around. You’ll see.”
There’s a moment of silence, the hum of conversation and clink of glasses fading into the background as our eyes lock. He’s too close now, and I can feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of pine and wood smoke on his skin. It’s intoxicating, a little dizzying.
“So, what’s your name, city girl?”
“Harper, Harper Donovan,” I manage, trying not to look at his lips. Big mistake.
“Harper,” he repeats, slow, like he’s savoring it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jake Lawson.”
Before I can stop myself, I blurt, “Do all the guys here look like you?”
He grins, leaning even closer until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “No, sweetheart. I’m one of a kind.” His breath is hot on my skin, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.
My pulse races. I don’t know if it’s the isolation of the town or the fact that I haven’t been touched by a man in way too long, but there’s something magnetic about him. I’m drawn in, even though I barely know him.
“You should probably stay away from me,” he says, his voice rough and full of promises I’m not sure I’m ready for. “Unless you want trouble.”
My heart skips a beat, but instead of retreating, I lift my chin. “Maybe I like trouble.”
His eyes darken, and before I know it, his hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
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I’d love to know if you think I should write this. I’m thinking this would also make a great spicy contemporary romcom with a fun FMC and a definite grumpy MMC. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Or you can join my Reader Group and let me know there.
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