Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Each room held echoes of our laughter and the primal screams of our desires, reminders of the chaos that had become our reality. I found him in the heart of our maze, standing by a tall window, the moonlight spilling over him like a silken shroud. His silhouette was striking, an alluring shadow dancing against the pale glow. I could feel my heart race, a familiar thrill surging through me at the sight of him. “Anya,” he called softly, turning to face me. “Come closer.”

"Montana in winter is beautiful and brutal, much like hunting a desperate Alpha who knows he's cornered." The snow comes sideways off the mountains, sharp and fine, finding every gap between collar and skin and staying there. The small plane rattles through turbulence on the descent and I watch the white landscape expand below us and think about a man who funded a monster for thirty years and is now hiding in a cabin twenty miles from nowhere, hoping nobody comes. We came.

She was now married to her second chance mate. “Drop it Lucien,” He winced as if he had been physically abused. “We've arrived,” He announced and my eyes widened. “When?” I asked, getting down from Cassien's laps and looking around the surrounding. “When you guys were busy fucking yourself,” He rolled his eyes. “We didn't fuck each other,” I blushed, looking down. “Oh, now you're shy?” He teased and got down from the car. I followed immediately after him, my mouth formed an ‘O’ when I beheld the mountain. It was coated with fog and was devastatingly beautiful. Plants that somehow withstood the cold grew there and they littered the iv

Ideally, if Kenton was successful, his vampires and the fairies would drive the wolves off of Wolf Mountain and I would no longer have to worry about Michael and Ethan and their revenge. “If we successfully drive the wolves away, will the name still be Wolf Mountain?” I asked as I lazily nibbled on a pretzel. “It’s the name that’s registered with the state reserve, so I imagine so,” Godwin said as he dropped down on the sofa next to me and stretched out so that his feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the arm of the sofa and his head was in my lap. “That’s a pity,” I said as I lightly traced the curves of his ear with my fingertips. “It would be nice to never have to hear the word

In a west side, a second of a highest mountain, a young man wearing robe which looked like stained by blood stood there, hovered to the air. “Interesting...” he murmured, looking as if seeing something wonderful at the distance. The person next to him is the woman with a strange expression, saying something that no one could be heard about. Seeing the woman, who no other than Mariya, makes her feel something srange to the whole situation. Then she look at the mountain neared the Curse Mountain, and she nodded with understanding when she caught sight of vicious young handsome looking man.

Ex until two nights ago. Viking slipped a ten under the coffee mug, got to his feet, stretched his massive six-foot-seven frame to get the blood flowing again. He stepped into the February chill and for about the millionth time, he admired the Rockies in the distance. Being a farm boy from North Dakota, he’d never been a mountain guy before moving to Colorado, but he was a full-on convert now: it was love, deep and abiding. He knew that he’d die under the unblinking, unforgiving gaze of the mountains, whenever and however that came about. But he knew that there was a greater chance to see his forty-sixth birthday now that the Road Devils were out of the one-percenter criminal life.

He added gently, "We're already at the summit. Let's hurry and pick the Snow Lotus before the storm gets worse. It's too dangerous to stay here." Metis sighed and nodded helplessly. "Alright." The man smiled warmly. "Ms. Fey, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." His voice softened. "Do you know what it means, in my homeland, when a man climbs to the top of a snowy mountain with the woman he loves? The Snow Lotus symbolizes pure, flawless love. If we find it, would you marry me?" He waited for her answer, but she said nothing. "Ms. Fey?" When he turned, she was already several steps ahead, walking through the swirling snow without a backward glance.

I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts. My favorite of all the wonderful tomes was a book about love. The main character was this buff and dreamy human man with piles of muscles who oozed confidence. The woman he loved swooned at the thought of him, and it had very outlandish descriptions of human sex. It wasn't that way for nymphs, for one I'd never seen a male nymph with more than slight muscles and certainly none that made fire explode in my belly.

His voice came out like a muffled thunder, deep and raw, tearing through the silence with crude promises. I gasped, feeling heat flood my lungs. I took a step forward, pressing my body against his. Every inch of contact was a provocation. “Daimon… I climbed this freezing mountain, with nothing underneath my clothes, literally throwing myself into your arms like a ready offering.” I answered through gritted teeth, watching a smile curve his mouth with a scandalously delicious sarcasm. “If you don’t want me… fine. I can go back down and find some hungrier wolf. Maybe one less… indecisive.”

“Mo Tian will not come.” “He will not come to me because I have my own man who can take all of me. I am happy here in the mountains. My exciting days are behind me. There could be a place for him here if I did not decide upon my love.” “That husband of yours is absolutely vile. He has no manners. I don’t even see him as a civilized person. I saw him eat raw meat not long ago and brag that in the cold of winter that there is a good rare meat in the thigh—“