Rescued By The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 1 - Lost and found in the wilderness

Tom was lost in the city—trapped in a dead-end job and breaking up with a girlfriend who's no longer interested in sex.

Now, he's really lost . . . in the Rugged Mountains. Night is falling and a snowstorm is approaching when Tom stumbles into Clint's camp.

Tom is straight, but sexy mountain man Clint is almost irresistible. Alone in the wilderness, the sexual tension between the two studs builds . . .

Contains explicit gay sex, including masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex and anal sex.

Each book in the Mountain Men series is stand-alone. The series has an evolving storyline, but the books can be enjoyed in any order.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Dec 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463217665

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Rescued

By The

Mountain Men

Mountain Men 1

Ken James

Ken James Fiction

Austin, Texas

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Rescued By The Mountain Men © 2020 by Ken James

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

One

Two

Three

About Ken James

Mountain Men

Jack Hammer: King's Ransom

Books by Ken James

A Request From the Author

One

Night falls early in the Rugged Mountains . . .

Tom Prescott was worried. It was early autumn and the temperature would drop below freezing before morning. He had warm clothes—boots, jeans, flannel shirt, sweater, insulated coat, gloves, and a stocking cap—but no food, no shelter, and no equipment, except for a half-empty canteen and a long-bladed hunting knife. He hadn't even brought matches.

And he was lost. It was stupid and he should have known better. If he could really kick himself, his butt would be bruised blue. He'd had a major fight with his girlfriend and had taken a few days off to let things cool down.

Coming to the mountains always made him feel better. This time, he'd needed that more than ever before. He'd hiked for a couple of hours along a new trail, stopped to eat the picnic lunch he'd brought, and then headed back toward his jeep. He hadn't planned to spend the night. Of course, he hadn't planned on dropping his GPS into a swiftly running stream and having it swept away, either.

Tom was trying to remember how to build a pine bough shelter when he smelled the smoke. It wasn't heavy like a forest fire, just a light odor on the breeze. It had to be a camp fire, somewhere upwind and close.

He followed his nose along a twisting and poorly-defined trail. It was full dark when he stepped into a wide clearing, lit by a small cheerful fire in its center.

Who's there? a young-sounding male voice called from the darkness.

I'm just a hiker. Tom hoped he hadn't walked into a pot grower's camp. I'm lost.

A shadow moved beside him. Something shiny gleamed in its hand. Let's see you.

I'm not the law and I'm not armed. Tom stepped up to the fire,