In the heart of the Rocky Mountains, a solitary log cabin stood as a beacon of warmth against the harsh, snowy landscape. Inside, a woman named Maya was preparing a roaring fire. Maya was a striking figure, with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back and curves that could rival the mountains themselves. Her heritage was a mix of Native American and Indian, a combination that had blessed her with an hourglass figure and flawless, coffee-colored skin.
The door creaked open, and a man named Jack stumbled in, shaking off the snow from his boots. Jack was a rugged and handsome man, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that stood out in stark contrast to Maya’s dark beauty.
