Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

“All I can say is that Brecc and Eros knew from the first moment they saw you that you were the right woman for them.” She sighed. “They were very impatient to take you home.” “That’s just it. That was their home.” “Did you not feel welcomed?” She leaned back. “Did you dislike it?” God, no. She’d loved every second of the mountains. The snow. The air. The people. Everything was so wonderful. Even the two men she missed like crazy. “No. I really enjoyed the mountains.” “So it wasn’t a matter of location. It was that you found out about their thoughts of mating you from someone other than them.”

"That's it. Enough." Wearing something different wouldn't make me a different person. I was Marco Hill. Owner of Snowfall Creek Ranch. Raised with dirt under my nails and honest work on my back. She had met me like this — grumpy, in dirty boots, with a stubborn chicken and a heart in tatters. If she was going to be interested in anything, let it be in that.

And in that same heartbeat, I heard someone calling my name from high up on the mountain, and felt the entire summit begin to shudder—as if deciding whether to set us free or drag us down into the depths. The pain of the searing bond was no longer a sharp jolt. It was a slow, unstoppable tide pushing through every fiber of my body, filling the empty space in my chest with something new. Something that smelled of stone, of ancient light, and of Raymond. The thread between us stopped burning and instead turned hard as metal, yet alive like a second pulse. Raymond gasped against my forehead, his fingers digging into mine so tightly I could feel the bones. "The mountain takes its share," he whis

But first, we snuck onto the gondola at night, a callback to the beginning. The cabin swayed upward, moonlight painting the peaks silver. We barely waited for the doors to close before we were on each other, clothes shoved aside, hands everywhere, laughter muffled against skin. He lifted me onto the narrow bench, slid inside me slow and deep. The cabin rocked with our rhythm, gentle at first, then harder. I rode him facing him, arms around his neck, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked. We intensely came together, holding each other while the mountain watched.

“Ummm,” she managed, shooting the drunk jerk a look, saw how he was taking in the bearded blond god’s superior height and large muscles. “I don’t know. Are you bothering me?” “Nope!” he said, taking a step back, hands up in a ‘for the love of God, don’t shoot!’ gesture. “Just talkin’.” “Find someone else to talk to,” the man mountain said, his voice silk with an unmistakeable steel core. “The lady is talking to me.”

When Kiran returned to the room, he saw newly bought pajamas on the bed, and his heart warmed up. Although Snow was ignoring him, she still prepared his clothes, which showed that she cared about him. Kiran changed into his pajamas and frustratedly picked up ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’ to read it. The book told the story of Dragonsmount’s past. It began with an interesting verse. ‘The mountain is not a mountain, and the dragon is not a dragon. There are no dragons in the mountains, yet there are dragons in the mountains.’ These words have been on his mind for a long time. According to his memory, Dragonsmount really did have the energy of a dragon, but it was not anything impressive

Both couples wanted to have children but so far neither had conceived, wasn't from lack of trying though. They had taken a vacation to the beach together last year and had a wonderful time, this year they thought they would try the mountains. Dan had located a spacious cabin back in the Sierra Madre mountains, well off the beaten path and they were on the way. As Dan drove along Kim had twisted around in her seat so she could talk to all three people, while they headed up the twisting mountain road she mischievously slid her hand over on her husbands leg, gently massaging his thigh. Dan glanced down to see his wife's white hand moving over to press against his cock, that little minx he thoug

But in the end, they had to part ways. And at some point, that man was someone she couldn’t forget because the face of someone near to her always makes her remember him. To put it simply, Vailan’s face, her husband, makes her remember the man she met at the mountain. She loved the man in the mountain, but she was unsure if she could put her feelings for him away. ‘Hux….’

When Anna came out after her shower, she saw the tall man standing by the terrace. She poured herself a glass of red wine and stood beside him. The mountains were quiet, nothing like the city at night. In the distance, only the faint outlines of the peaks were visible. Unnamed insects chirred all around, carrying a sense of freedom in the air. “You like this place?” “It’s nice. I’ve been buried in work these past few years. I hardly ever take vacations.”

He had helped her with the garden, so she could cook him a delicious dinner. Soon, winter had come. The animals will no longer be there to greet him with their guides. The insects will all have died. The rain had only touched the ground in the shape of snow and the only smell the man had smelled was that of ice. But in the winter his mother will be moved to an asylum. The man had never walked on the mountain again. Anyways, he is grateful that he can do all this over again. That is why, even when the rain gets stronger and makes the rocks more slippery, the more vigorous wind pushes the tree branches against his body, the grunts of the taller animals, the man continues to walk on the mountai