Snowed In with a Mountain Man

By Marin Black

Snowed in at her family's Smoky Mountains cabin, Brie Wright is roughing it alone. Tired of playing by the rules, she's determined to step over the line at the next opportunity. Her chance comes in the form of a mountain man in a tractor. And not just any mountain man, but Dean Carlisle, who stole her heart so many years ago. What else can she do, other than greet him in nothing but fur boots and hope he'll take her for a ride?

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• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jul 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781509232024

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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Snowed In with a Mountain Man

Smoky Mountains Love

Book Three

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.

Snowed In with 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 RJ Morris

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2020

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-3202-4

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To those who have survived the maddening quiet of a snowed-in day and acted on a whim.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Marin Black

The author did an amazing job setting the scene…readers looking for a sensual and steamy read should find this definitely fits the bill. Relatable and sexy, this short story is a great, quick read. A fun and sexy read.

~Long and Short Reviews

Snowed In with a Mountain Man

The electricity in my family’s cabin was out. That was a problem. Because I was snowed in and alone. In bear country.

Not that I was scared.

Okay, I was a little scared last night when I had to go out in the dark and gather firewood like a pioneer woman. But it had been beautiful outside, with moonlight glinting off the snow and a million stars in the sky. Like being in a snow globe before someone shook it. Picture perfect, with the log cabin and the silence.

Of course, that was also a problem. Silence. For miles. Over two feet of snow had dumped on the mountain in a freak snowstorm. As luck would have it, I’d decided to remain at the cabin after my family left at the end of our long weekend. I’d gone back to school at the ripe old age of twenty-five, so an extra night or two of peaceful mountain bliss and hitting the textbooks had been exactly what I needed.

Right.

What I got was snowed in. Alone, in the Smoky Mountains.

Stiff and sore from spending the night in a sleeping bag on the floor in front of the fireplace, I stretched as I sat up, blinking at the ultra-bright morning light. Automatically, I picked up the fireplace poker and stirred the fire, shivering as a flame leaped up. I piled on a few sticks for kindling—which I’d been fortunate enough to gather before the snow fell—and added one precious log.

My second day in the mountainous backcountry—okay, maybe that was exaggerating a bit, since there were neighbors a few miles down the road.

Hmm, what were my options for breakfast? The oatmeal I’d heated in a pan near the fire yesterday had scorched on one side, but the smoky flavor had actually been delicious if I avoided the blackened part. This morning, I was feeling adventurous. Like maybe trying bacon impaled on a stick, accordion style.

Adventurous, I muttered. Right. What have I been reduced to, when cooking bacon is the only exciting thing in my day?

Adventure meant hiking the