About this book
Two dudes. One tent. Zero privacy.
I didn’t expect my fellow yeti hunter, Ace, to be a total jock. I thought he’d be another nerd like me, not a six-foot-five wall of muscle with piercing blue eyes.
I should be focused on finding a yeti. To prove I didn’t waste years chasing a myth.
But trapped in a tiny tent with Ace, I’m starting to question my priorities.
I always thought I was straight. But the beast stirring in my pants might be more dangerous than the one we’re looking for.
