Mountain Man Romance Books Novels & Stories

Dear readers, I want to express my deepest gratitude for joining me on this exhilarating journey through "Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride." Your enthusiastic support and unwavering interest have breathed life into these characters, and I am truly humbled by your response. As I sit down to pen this note, my mind brims with new ideas. I'm currently crafting an enchanting werewolf romance that promises to sweep you off your feet and transport you to a world of love and fantasy. While the title is still in the works, rest assured that it will evoke the same range of emotions you've come to expect.

basically anywhere I can reach as he tries to stop me. "Jan...Jan... Slow down. Talk to," he says before a small moan escapes his mouth because my hand rubbed on his thigh. "Stay. Stay please," I whisper being pressing my lips to his once more. Colt's restraint crumbles completely this time, and his lips begin to devour mine. Our hands are everywhere, and our breathing is wild as we both pour out our feeling for one another. I know he loves me, and I know I haven't spoken my feelings out loud, but I love him too. I love him so so much.

PROLOGUE After a professional feud explodes at a publishing event, fiery editor Elena and smug bestselling author Jax Hart are forced to shelter in the same mountain lodge during a snowstorm. There’s only one bed. No Wi-Fi. No escape. What starts as snarling insults becomes raw, scorching hate sex in front of the fire—fast, brutal, and addictive. And Jax? He wants a new kind of release—and he’s about to write Elena into his filthiest chapter yet.

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“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

He had probably hurt her very bad this time. Do check out my other book, NOT MINE. it is a Dark and Erotic Romance. I am Sure you will love it. It is a love story between a mysterious man and his advocate wife, who have been forced into marriage.

On what he was doing, he begun reading the book that entitled, “The Most Powerful Spell Was The Werewolves Love To The Witches” Meanwhile, Raj was stared seriously at the location of the Curse Mountain. Beside him, the seemingly asleep Mariya was covered her naked self. Raj, on the other hand was confidently show her naked, muscled and was so hot to the extreme hardened abs. Mariya was not at all asleep and could tell Raj bothered. She wouldn't date to sleep, as she thought about it, her determination was once again put into context.

That’s what makes it compelling. Mark, on the other hand, is intentionally outmatched. He starts as a typical distracted student, but quickly becomes reactive, pulled along by her gravity. That imbalance is the core of their story. It’s not a romance, and the ending makes that very clear. If anything, it’s a study in manipulation disguised as intimacy. Then the ending… That part bothered him. Not because of what happened, but because of how cleanly it ended. She closes the book on him like he was coursework. Cold, precise, and completely in character. That follow-through gives the whole thing weight.

"Ah, it's coming back to me. Have you ever read 'Village Wilderness'?" It was a story about a young woman's harrowing experience in the mountains, not the typical read for someone like Xoan. Nonetheless, he nodded, a surprising admission. "Yes, I've read it." "Really?" He explained, "A friend of mine wrote it. Asked me to give it a once-over, so I ended up reading the whole thing." "Remember any of it?"

He fucked me slow and tender at first, then hard and demanding, like the mountain man he was. Weeks of primal survival sex had turned into something deeper. The reclusive lumberjack had saved my life. And I had brought heat back into his. The city could wait. For now, the mountain cabin was exactly where I belonged.