Taken by a Mountain Man

By Marin Black

Amee Colburn wants to leave the past behind by hiking up 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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jan 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781509229789

Marin Black

Marin has the mountains in her blood, heart, and soul. Her favorite romances would include an untamed setting (maybe an Irish ruin), a historical love affair (especially if there’s a ghost), or just a bad boy with a good heart. She loves to spend time with her son, hike, travel to wild and remote places, read, and camp in insanely crowded campgrounds—so she can burn all the food, keep the neighbors up all night with her campfire, and dream about what her characters will do next. And even though she writes “smut,” she still loves Jesus. At home, she loves to create new characters and their worlds, and is a freelance editor too. If you enjoyed this book, please leave a short review. Thank you for reading!

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Taken by a Mountain Man

Smoky Mountains Love Book Two

by

Marin Black

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Taken by a Mountain Man

COPYRIGHT © 2020 by Marin Black

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Debbie Taylor

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2020

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2978-9

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To anyone who has ever climbed

a mountaintop to find themselves.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Marin Black

Steamy and adventurous, I enjoyed this quick short story. The chemistry and desire between [the characters] was believable and well written. I found it fun, light, and a sexy read.

~Long and Short Reviews

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Sparking red-hot. If you want a quick, dirty, and super fun read, pick up this story. Wow! I love erotic romances and this one sizzled! I really liked the characters and the HFN ending. Ms. Black still told a full, well-rounded story. I definitely recommend it.

~Amber Daulton, author of Lyrical Embrace, Deerbourne Inn Series

Taken by a Mountain Man

Thin mountain air and a stiff, cleansing wind whipped the breath from my lungs. I balanced the heavy pack on my back by leaning forward as I trudged up the last few yards of dirt and rock path.

At the top, I gulped in what would have been large lungfuls of air if the oxygen concentration had been higher. The muscles of my legs tingled from the hike up the mountain as I looked out at the stunning view of stark blue sky and mountain peaks that ranged from evergreen to black in color.

I’d just climbed to the top of the highest peak of the Appalachian Mountains. My lungs burned like they were filled with ice water, and I was a little light-headed, but I didn’t care. I’d done it.

A hawk cried, drawing my attention to where it perched on top of a flagpole that showcased the U.S. flag. Next to the pole was a crude shelter built from cedar that had a stone firepit in the middle—a gathering place for the camp’s inhabitants. Spread out over the rocky mountaintop were a dozen cabins, all of them small and primitive but well-built.

I took a deep breath as my heart finally slowed to a normal rate. I couldn’t believe I had arrived, much less climbed an entire mountain to get here. It wasn’t like me to go it alone, but I’d needed a good dose of self-sufficiency, and this was just the adventure to set that in stone.

A tiny, weather-worn cabin sported a sign with Office carved into the wood in crooked letters.

I dropped my heavy backpack with a thud on the bottom step and stared at the three short, log-hewn steps that led up to the porch and the front door of the office. My legs had taken me seven miles up this mountain, but now they felt as heavy as twin tree trunks.

The hawk