She measures the world in straight lines and immutable rules. He knows the wild passes bend for no one.Miranda “Miri” Cole lives by calibrated brass, precise measurements, and the safety of certified vellum. Disgraced after taking the blame for a corrupt superior’s mistake, she accepts a perilous autumn assignment across the High Notch. The audit should be a straightforward matter of geometry and professional redemption—a chance to finally win back her desk at the municipal archive.The only obstacle is her guide.Bram Hawkins is a mountain scout who measures life in weathered boots, trail instincts, and slow-fermenting cider. With an early freeze creeping over the granite peaks and a precious harvest of wild russet apples to haul down the switchbacks, the last thing he needs is an uptight valley clerk lecturing him on marching cadences.Forced together across the sheer precipice of the Devil’s Anvil and into snowbound shelters, their sharp friction softens into an unexpected kinship. But when they unearth a fraudulent boundary stone laid to strip the mountain folk of their sovereign commons, Miri faces an impossible choice: sign her name to a lucrative lie to reclaim her career, or risk complete ruin to protect the high meadows—and the brewer who caught her over the abyss.***Featuring golden larches, steaming mugs of spiced ginger cider, crackling stone hearths, and forced-proximity banter, The Cartographer’s Brew is a standalone cozy mountain fantasy romance about learning that some lines are meant to be redrawn. Read more