Romanced by the Mountain Man Read Online Mia Brody

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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Can this dirty mountain man convince the romance writer he wants to be the hero in her own personal love story?

Blade

I’m the man that reads her dirtiest fantasies out loud. Yeah, I’m a book narrator. I spend my nights reading my favorite author’s filthy words for her fan base to listen in on. Every naughty scene only makes me crave her more. But she can’t know who I really am.

Then Gwen, the curvy goddess, shows up on my mountain, looking for my alter ego. I figure I’ll take her around town and help her search. After she finally admits she can’t find him, I’ll send her back. Easy and simple.

Except that when she leaves, I have to chase after her. Because it turns out I can’t let Gwen go, and now I’ll prove to her that we can write a happily ever after of our own together.

Gwen

Every time I hear my book narrator’s voice, I melt. I’ve been trying to draw him out for months now, and he won’t tell me who he is. So, I do something a little bit crazy. I take a trip to his mountain. If I can just see him in person, then he’ll realize we’re soulmates.

Except I end up stranded with a dirty mountain man who’s making me crave his fiery touch and his filthy mouth. Have I finally found the romance hero of my dreams, or will Blade break my heart?

If you love a dirty talking alpha male who seduces his curvy goddess, it’s time to meet Blade in Romanced by the Mountain Man.

Courage County mountain men love curves! These flannel-wearing, wood-cutting lumberjack men are gruff and grumpy. But underneath it all, they have hearts of gold just waiting to be uncovered by the curvy women they claim. Cuddle up with these sexy new book boyfriends from Mia Brody today!

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1

BLADE

“Have you ever shot someone’s eye out with one of your arrows?”

I glance at Jacob, the eight-year-old kid that’s currently holding his compound bow and arrows. The boy is Duke’s younger brother. Since his father abandoned the family, Duke has been struggling to care for his brothers and his sick mama. The mountain men of Courage County have taken the family under our wing.

Now I’m at the outdoor archery range that’s part of the gym on the edge of town. I’m supposed to be showing him how to shoot. I think there’s something deeper the guys expect me to teach him, but I know fuck all about how to be a decent human.

“No,” I answer, my voice coming out deep and rumbly. It’s a voice that earns me a nice living. These days, I’m a book narrator, reading dirty romance novels out loud. It’s not a bad way to make a paycheck, but that’s not why I do it.

“Oh.” He looks disappointed at the fact that I’ve not blinded anyone with my archery skills.

Fuck, is this the place where I’m supposed to discourage him from being violent? If so, the other men really picked the wrong mentor for the boy. I grew up fighting for everything I had.

He continues his questioning, “Could you if you wanted to, even with one arm?”

“Yep.” As soon as the word leaves my lips, I know it was the wrong thing to say. After losing my arm in the service, I spent some time searching for a hobby. I saw a video about an armless man who could do archery, and I figured I could do the same. Turns out, I’m good with a bow and arrow.

Jacob’s eyes light up, and I worry he’s already trying to decide on a target.

“But just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should,” I add to the end as if that will make a difference. If the kid is anything like I was at that age, it’s too late. The idea is already in his brain.

“But it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t,” he argues back.

Fuck, this kid is me. Better to stop while we’re ahead and everyone still has their vision. “We’ll do another lesson next week.”

He groans but gathers his gear away without too much complaint. While he’s doing that, I check my phone for a new message. There are a few emails about my projects, including a couple from two other authors I read for. I’m developing an excellent reputation in the industry even though I’m new to it.

But there’s only one name I’m scanning my inbox for: Gwen Hughes. She’s my favorite writer and maybe I have a small thing for her. Very tiny. Barely noticeable. Seeing her name in my inbox never makes my mouth go dry or my heart beat fast. I don’t obsessively watch those live videos she does for her fans like some damn creeper with his hand crammed down his pants. Nope, totally normal over here.

She hasn’t messaged me again. Not since yesterday morning when she sent me one to say she had a book signing in Asheville today. Like I didn’t already know that. Like I hadn’t already talked myself out of meeting her in person three times.

I don’t have another message from her since I didn’t respond to her invitation. She asked me to meet up and I just ghosted her. Because I’m an asshole.

It’s better this way, I remind myself. Better if she doesn’t know me. I’m no romance book hero. I’m not one of those devilishly handsome alpha wolves or the sexy fated mate that seduces the beautiful curvy woman.

I’m the bastard who’s done whatever it took to build a good life. One where I can eat real food from my own garden instead of searching through the dumpsters for old, spoiled remnants. One where I can go to sleep at night on a soft, comfortable bed instead of whatever springy, lumpy mattress was reserved for foster kid of the week.

Yeah, she’s better off never knowing me. Hell, it’s not like she could find me anyway. She might remember that I live in Courage County. But other than a small group of fellow mountain men, no one here knows my legal name and that’s what I use when I’m narrating. To the fine folks in town, I happen to be Blade. A name that doesn’t encourage people to get too close, which is just the way I like it.

“How many people have you shot with your arrow?” Jacob asks as the two of us start down Main Street toward my truck. I promised his brother I’d bring him home tonight. I figure it’s one less thing for Duke to worry about this way.

“Zero.”

“Are you sure?” He asks as if I’m holding out on him. “My brother says you were in the Army. That means you had to have shot somebody, right?”



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