My Favorite Bad Decision

Somewhere between base camp and the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, Kit decides that altitude sickness would genuinely be preferable to spending another minute with Miller West.

When Kit signs up for an eight-day trek up Africa's highest peak, she pictures sweeping views, personal triumph, and absolutely zero contact with the man her family has despised for years. What she gets instead is Miller—billionaire, insufferable charmer, and the one person on earth guaranteed to make her blood boil—standing at the trailhead with that devastating smirk firmly in place.

Stripped of Wi-Fi, creature comforts, and any reasonable escape route, Kit and Miller are stuck with nothing but thin mountain air, grueling terrain, and each other. Their sharp-tongued sparring is practically an Olympic sport, except somewhere around day three, the banter starts feeling less like warfare and more like foreplay. Miller is annoyingly perceptive, unexpectedly protective, and absolutely off-limits—a rule Kit repeats to herself with decreasing conviction as the altitude climbs higher and her defenses crumble faster.

This deliciously steamy adventure romance delivers all the forced proximity tension of a high-altitude expedition, laced with laugh-out-loud wit, scorching heat, and the kind of grudging attraction that burns hotter the harder you fight it. Because the real summit Kit never planned to reach? Admitting that her family's sworn enemy might be the best bad decision she's ever made.

The only question is whether she survives the descent.