Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Twenty Two: Aftermath and Reckoning The mountain lay shattered beneath a sky heavy with smoke and ash, a jagged wound where the Caldera complex once stood. The air hung thick and choking, bitter with the scent of burning metal and earth torn open. Eden’s lungs burned as she sucked in every ragged breath, her body trembling—not just from exhaustion, but from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Beside her, Roman crouched on the rocky ground, brushing soot from his hair, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting an enemy to rise from the ruins at any moment. The quiet between them was heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of survival and loss.

Most of the gods were silent, the two vocal ones - Minos and the Moon Goddess - talked to him often, but every once in a while, four or five or more of them would invade his head, and then they’d start arguing with each other, as if his mind was their conference room. He looked out over the mountains again. This place could really be something, he realised. Humans liked to go to fancy mountain resorts. They loved experiences. They enjoyed taking photos and videos to impress other humans. This place was different. Almost exotic. If he could find a way to get it back, he could turn this town into a little goldmine. He seemed to recall reading something in his grandfather’s diary about opening

Tonight, I want to take a slow, delicious bite that would make her scream for more. Grace I looked up at the mountain of a man with the sexy Italian accent. This close, I could smell the scent of his cologne and it was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever smelled. Cinnamon and other spices with a fresh burst of lime, along with an undertone of something dark and sexy. "Surreee...." I slurred. And it had little to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the man mountain standing in front of me, drugging my senses.

With the looks of it, it seemed that she must like him very much or she would not be so close with another man. Though Matthew must really like her too. Otherwise, he would not keep pestering her even after he had learned about the divorce. This man had always been involved in different scandals but no news of his relationships had surfaced since his arrival at Jade City. This made Michael feel like a fire was burning inside him. This woman was indeed something. Not only could her ex-husband not stop thinking about her, but she could also turn a playboy like Matthew into a new leaf. The car had already pulled to a stop but why were they still in the car? What were they doing there?

“No, you are the first. Usually, I go there alone or with my manager. I’ve got us the most romantic spot overlooking the lake and with mountain views. We’ll have total privacy. I might need to devour you instead of my dinner.” Wow, the man is swoony, I’d never have guessed that he could be from our earlier days together. Yet, he is making me feel weak and pliant. I am putty in his hands as he trails his fingers up to my apes. My hips buck involuntarily as I let out a low groan. “So, ready. You’re a good girl, Roxy. I love how fucking wet you are at the thought of me touching you. Your body is like a bitch in heat. I fucking love it.”

Just like I had forethought. Deciding to use Ivan as a distraction for the rest of the night, I tried to welcome his touches and flirtations, even though all it made me feel was disgusted. Just when we were all retiring for the night and I couldn't take Ivan's breathe on my skin anymore, Manuel came to my aid. He may not have realized that he did though. I found it suprising that he truly wanted to go for a walk, regardless of what the howling wind signified. Nonetheless, I followed his lead and just when the rain would have made a huge mess of us, he led me to a very warm and cozy hut. I felt my heart beat rapidly, realizing I was in such an enclosed space with Manuel for only God knows how

“You want me to lie for you? To help legitimize your mistress?” “She’s not a mistress!” he snapped back immediately. “At that time, I thought I was going to die! She saved me! Lexie, during those three years in the mountains, we only had each other. You wouldn’t understand that kind of bond!” “I wouldn’t understand?” I shot to my feet, fuming with rage.

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.

And when we arrived at the island surrounding the mountain, we would take a fast boat to the mountain resort itself. I leaned back against the leather seat and heaved out a deep breath, pressing my fingers against my temple. This was a whole lot of stress Lucas had gotten me into. But this was my marriage. And if there was one thing I knew about myself, it was that I was not the kind of woman who sat back quietly while another woman stole her husband. Especially not my own sister. Twelve exhausting hours later, I finally arrived at the mountain. The cold air slapped against my skin immediately I stepped out. The entire place looked luxurious and isolated from civilization. Snow rested agains