Taken by a Mountain Man
He doesn’t just take her. He sets her free.
Amee Colburn wants to leave the past behind by hiking up to the highest peak of the Smoky Mountains, but there’s a storm of attraction waiting for her at the top.
Pierce Levy, the hot mountain man who owns the rustic camp she checks into, is dealing with a salacious error that only magnifies the carnal pull between them.
Time spent with Pierce is challenging—not to mention dangerous and compelling—both on the trail and in a more intimate setting. For Amee, outdoor adventure has never been so stimulating.
Turning to him, I took a deep breath and met his piercing blue eyes. “This is perfect.” I let my gaze run over him, over the chest that had been built up by cutting the very wood that surrounded us, down to his tapered torso, his muscular legs. And back up to eyes holding the same interest that had perked up in me the minute he stepped from his office.
The air he’d apparently been holding in his lungs slipped from him in a whoosh. In one motion his arms were around me and my back was pressed against the doorframe.
His lips hovered an inch from mine. “Damned gorgeous.” He leaned closer. “And fascinating.”
A cloud of sandalwood and cedar enveloped me, making my knees weak as his lips crashed into mine and fire burst through me. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into soft, thick flannel. Pleasure streaked through me, and the need to learn each intimate detail of this man.
Rescued by a Mountain Man
and the wilderness never tells.
Desperate for an escape, Jae Copeland takes a solo kayaking trip into the lush wilderness of the Smoky Mountains. When she ends up stranded and soggy, she makes camp and hopes to avoid dangerous, wild animals. She should have been more worried about dangerous, wild humans, but she's both alarmed and thrilled when Hanson Sykes, a fellow kayaker, happens upon her. He's an experienced mountain man…
and sexy as hell.
The sparks between them light up the uninhabited darkness, because survival in the mountains isn't his only talent. He knows exactly how to touch her in ways that make her burn.
"You look like a mountain nymph who took a dip in the stream with that blonde hair all wild and your"
—he swallowed—"clothes all plastered to your skin. Stunning."
He caressed my hair, running his hand through the strands just over my ear.
My breath caught again, my heart picking up speed. I didn't feel stunning—stunningly stupid maybe—standing half-naked and wet in his jacket, my hair drying into a long, frizzy mangle. I let out a nervous laugh. "What could possibly be stunning?"
"Your lips. You have luscious lips. They're pouty, almost swollen, like you've been kissed." He ran one finger lightly over my bottom lip, a touch so feathery it tickled. "I want to kiss you, Jae. I know that's crazy."
My lips parted, and a half-sigh came out. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, felt the tendons in his arm strung tight. I deserved one kiss, didn't I? After surviving my near-drowning, I deserved a man as delicious looking as him kissing me senseless in the starlight. "Kiss me, Hanson."