She hiked a mile into the woods, found a fallen cedar that looked comfortable enough, and sat. As the real Timber Falls—the actual geographic region she was currently surveying for her forestry job—hushed into the quiet of dusk, she opened the file.

The story introduced her to a world of misty mountains and unexpected chemistry, a hallmark of Hill’s writing. As she turned the digital pages, the lines between the fiction on her screen and the wilderness around her began to blur. The scent of pine in the air seemed to match the descriptions in the prose; the crisp chill of the mountain air felt like an extension of the tension between the book’s protagonists.

By the time she reached Chapter Four, the light had faded so much that only the e-reader’s backlight illuminated her face. Morgan smiled. She had come to the mountains for solitude, but with her new download, she realized she wasn't going to be lonely at all.