Rescued: A Mountain Man BWWM Romance

By Rowena

All he needs is his cabin in the woods...
BLAKE - Peace and quiet, people-free—that’s my paradise. I’ve had enough action for this lifetime and the next, seen more blood than most, and I’m done with death and destruction. The last thing I want is to get involved with the ‘normal’ world, but a curvy city girl in distress shows up in my neck of the woods, disturbing my careful balance. One look at the voluptuous beauty and it’s not just about helping her; those juicy curves of hers are demanding I help myself!
But is the damsel worth the trouble and drama she’s sure to bring?

All she needs is her home office...
BRANDI - There I was, living the introvert dream. I work from home and can have everything I want delivered to me; I barely have to leave my apartment! But then I opened my door for a food delivery, and my life changed. How was I to know the delivery guy would end up being an unstable stalker? When his obsession with me goes too far, I accept my best friend’s suggestion of staying with her ex-military brother in the wilderness for a while. I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for the carnal temptations the insanely hot, wild-looking man would bring! Suddenly, I’m not so sure Blake’s that stable himself; he might be more dangerous than the stalker I thought I left behind...

An alpha male veteran recluse and a virgin BBW butt heads in this steamy interracial romance! This sexy love story stars a shy black girl and an ex-special forces white man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromantica Publications
• Release date: Oct 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005359409

Rowena

Rowena writes steamy friends-to-lovers romance and erotica with an element of reluctance. She likes a bit of darkness involved as long as no one really gets hurt—at least, only in good ways. ;) Forced proximity and kidnapping romances are her favorites.She enjoys making up circumstances in which two people are forced to confront their feelings—sexual and otherwise—to the object of their desire, feelings they’ve been hiding or running from because of a major barrier or conflict of interest. Usually, her characters have known each other for quite a while, so their first sexual encounter has been a long time...coming.Rowena writes outlaw romance novels starring strangers at odds getting to know each other better under the name Lexi Gold.

Book preview

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Brandi

Ijust let myself become my mom’s favorite phrase— Boo Boo the Fool .

I feel like I might actually grow a clown nose while my hair turns red—like my cheeks would if I were pale enough.

But she said she talked to you about everything, I tell the insanely hot man who flung open the cabin door, gun ready and gray eyes narrowed in suspicion. She said you were cool with it!

Between the gun pointed at me and the huge black dog sniffing me, you’d think the last thing I’d get caught on is how good-looking this guy is, but Blake Reed is a truly stunning specimen.

Don’t get me wrong—the dog scared me shitless; I wasn’t prepared for that. When it bounded out of the open door to head toward me, I nearly had a heart attack, convinced I’d get bitten and more afraid of the canine than the sexy, bearded man with the gun.

I’ve had a few unfortunate incidences with dogs growing up, so I still find them unnerving, and I never feel safe if they’re around.

But the Labrador just circled me and sniffed me, then proceeded to lick my jeans.

Blake’s metallic eyes flicker to my carry-on bag. Between that and my backpack, I’d packed everything I figured I’d need for a temporary getaway.

Let me get this straight, Blake says, "my sister offered my place as a safe spot to you for a few weeks."

I wonder if Chelsea and her brother look more alike when they smile. By the looks of this guy, however, it seems I’ll never find out.

Yup, I say, hands still up defensively. She said she’s been going back and forth with you, exchanging details…

She lied to you. I’m not sure why, he says, lowering his gun.

I tentatively lower my hands and the dog licks one of them.

I’m not sure why either, I say as my body deflates.

Maybe she’s a secret shipper?

I had a crush on her brother when I was a kid and she knew it; she even teased me about it. The teasing stopped once Blake left for the military—since I could no longer see him, I could no longer stare at him with heart eyes. No more pining for Chelsea to notice and laugh at.

So did she do this for me, knowing how long it’s been since I’ve had a boyfriend? Or did she send me here for her brother’s benefit, knowing he was alone and providing potential companionship for him? Does she disapprove of him living secluded in the woods and is reminding him what he’s missing?

Maybe this is for her own benefit—placing me in the path of her brother increases my chances of getting laid, which would then make her feel better about her own sex life. Me being a virgin bugs her more than it should, and maybe she thinks I can’t tell, but I can. She probably feels judged when faced with my ‘purity’—especially since she’s… let’s just say ‘liberated.’ Maybe she’s tired of being the promiscuous Jezebel, hoping to feel less judged or alone by helping me lose my virginity.

In any case, here I am with a tall, armed, dangerous-looking man and his seemingly friendly black lab that could probably turn on a dime and rip me to shreds.

I’ve always known Chelsea was a bit mischievous and had a bit of Team Chaos in her, but I never suspected she’d set me up to this degree, and especially not at a time like this.

Why the hell would she drive me to a supposed safe space after knowing what I’ve gone through the past month, delivering me to a clueless, deadly recluse who sees me as a trespassing stranger?

Sure, Blake’s not a total stranger to me, but he clearly doesn’t remember me from all those years ago. Why would he? Last time he saw me I was ten, and he’d only seen me a few times. He probably didn’t even register me; I was just one of his sister’s friends.

I’ve done a lot of growing up since then, but since he was about eighteen when I last saw him, he doesn’t look all that different. A lot manlier, fuck yes—his muscles are more plentiful, more defined. He was insanely tall and lean back then, and now… well, he’s still tall but he looks like he could carry a tree more than twice his height and breadth. His face is more chiseled too, and though it’s somewhat covered by facial hair, I easily recognize the guy I had a crush on.

I can’t believe how hot he is now.

Yes, my heart’s punching my chest due to mortal fear—an unfamiliar barking dog and a weapon pointed at you will do that to you; I nearly peed myself—but other parts of me are throbbing too, and what I’m feeling isn’t all fear.

I’d love to feel those sculpted arms wrapped around me, my soft, curvy body pressed against his firm, six-and-a-half feet tall frame. And is the hair in his beard as rough as it looks or soft?

I shake off my wayward thoughts and refocus on the baffling present.

Playing such a dirty trick on me makes me wonder if Chelsea’s been a sociopath this whole time and I just didn’t see it. Maybe she’s laughing hysterically as she drives back to the city, finding hilarity in the idea I could be shot by her paranoid brother.

Maybe I should’ve known something was up when she let me out of the car, pointing the way through the rugged terrain. She insisted she’d say hi to Blake later, then took off quickly once I closed the car door.

I couldn’t have known something was off before that moment—there was nothing fishy about the way things were set up. Everything started out sensibly enough with Chelsea acting as the middleman, speaking to her brother on my behalf.

She knew all about the trouble I’ve been having with the stalker I’d picked up, the disturbing, escalating incidents.

When I casually wished out loud I had somewhere remote to escape for a while, she mentioned her brother had a cabin in the woods…

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That’s all well and good, but how big is it? I asked. How willing do you think he’d be to take on a guest? I’m guessing someone holed up like that in the forest doesn’t take well to company.

You’d be right, but these are pretty special circumstances, don’t you think? Chelsea replied. Besides, I’d feel a lot better if you were with him than renting your own place by yourself somewhere. Blake’s ex-military—you know that—and he’s got major wilderness and combat skills. He’d look out for you.

But what makes you think he’d want to give up any of his solitary life for me for a few weeks or so? He doesn’t even know me.

She shrugged. He might remember you…

Yeah, right—last time I saw him I was ten. I didn’t even have boobs then. And certainly not all this ass.

She laughed, but it was true and way more than that—I didn’t resemble my younger self at all. The skinny kid I used to be turned into… well, let’s just say a well-endowed adult. No way Blake would connect the dots between some childhood friend of his sister’s and the voluptuous woman I am today, even if Chelsea doesn’t have many darker-skinned friends.

Most guys can’t resist a damsel in distress, she insisted, so I figured, what could it hurt? He’d probably say no, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

But then she got back to me and said he was down. He just needed a heads-up for when we were coming.

But I thought he had no phone?

No phone, but there’s more than one way to skin a cat…

And see right there—I know it’s a common phrase, but I’m wondering again if I’ve been friends with a psycho this whole time.

Has she actually skinned a cat?

I don’t remember her torturing animals when we were kids, but she did always have a bit of a brutal streak—at least, I saw it that way because I was the opposite of her: quiet, non-confrontational, reserved. Always mindful of other people’s feelings, even if they’ve hurt mine.

Chelsea, on the other hand, had a quick tongue and no qualms about putting people in their place. If someone made fun of her for any reason, she fired back with something that cut to their core. I’m still not sure how she zeroed in on other people’s weaknesses the way she did, and she usually went for the jugular.

One of our schoolmates made the mistake of ‘joking’ Chelsea forgot to use a hairbrush one day, and she told him, Being a catty bitch is part of the reason your mom abandoned you.

The hurt on his face stuck with me for a while. He never said anything else to her, avoiding eye contact from then on.

How did Chelsea know people’s soft spots like that?

Anyway, things got a little weird with the cabin setup eventually—she wouldn’t let me contact Blake at all, insisting on being the middle person.

She had a good excuse though: she reminded me her brother was living off the grid for a reason, that he was paranoid and had no direct lines of communication.

Then how are you talking to him? I asked.

We have our ways. If I told you more, I’d have to kill you! she joked. "But seriously—there’s no reaching him by email or cell. And if you agree to live with him for however long, I’ll have to drive you near there—not all the way because I can’t give away his exact location…"

What kind of spy shit is this?

She laughed again…

I don’t know what my sister was thinking, Blake says, still not bothering to call back his curious dog. I haven’t talked to her in about six years—I think to congratulate her on graduating high school or something.

Wow. "Best I