Mountain Men: 4 Steamy Short Stories: Dirty-Sweet Romance Bundles

By Barbra Campbell

Mountain Men is a collection of 4 steamy, short story romances that take place in Bachelor Bluff, Colorado.

 

TREATING THE MOUNTAIN MAN

My new neighbor kept to herself and that was exactly how I wanted it. As long as she stayed on her side, I would happily keep to mine. That had been the plan anyway, until I saw her and my entire future unfolded before my eyes. Could I convince the stubborn, nerdy beauty to give me a chance?

 

TEMPTING THE MOUNTAIN MAN

I was doing my best not to interfere with the city slicker who moved onto the other side of the mountain ridge. And my best involved making sure the property line was clearly fenced.

But I couldn't pretend I didn't hear her scream. And when I found her sitting in the dirt, I couldn't pretend I wasn't whole-heartedly attracted to her.

Was I going to be able to restrain myself long enough to get her to trust me? How would I know when the time was right to profess my love?

 

SEDUCING THE MOUNTAIN MAN

My new neighbor was the last person I wanted to see on my property. But naked…that was a different story.

Aside from her obvious beauty, there was something different about her. I wanted to know more, but every encounter ended up with her being embarrassed. I had to find a way to convince her I didn't care about the awkwardness.

Then when she decided to believe the rumor mill, I worried she wasn't the right woman for me. Would she give me a chance to explain?

 

FINDING THE MOUNTAIN MAN

I spent my life scouring the wilderness for hidden gems. The only certainty about my adventures was that I never knew when I'd stumble on something of true value. That's when I came across Bailey, the intriguing woman who'd run from the mountains as soon as she was old enough to live on her own. City life was the only way of life in her opinion.

Would a threat to her family be enough to make her move back home or would it serve as proof that rural living was something she wanted to keep in her past?

 

Barbra guarantees a dirty-sweet Happily Ever After with no cheating and no cliffhangers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Romantic Escapes Publishing
• Release date: Feb 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781950166374

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Mountain Men

4 Steamy Short Stories

Barbra Campbell

Romantic Escapes Publishing

Copyright 2022 Barbra Campbell

Mountain Men: 4 Steamy Short Stories Copyright 2022

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

Cover design by Romantic Escapes Publishing

Contents

A Sweet Deal For You!

1. Treating the Mountain Man

2. Felicity

3. Trapper

4. Felicity

5. Trapper

6. Tempting the Mountain Man

7. Carly

8. Gunner

9. Carly

10. Gunner

11. Seducing the Mountain Man

12. Amanda

13. Jagger

14. Amanda

15. Jagger

16. Finding the Mountain Man

17. Bailey

18. Neil

19. Bailey

20. Neil

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Treating the Mountain Man

by

Barbra Campbell

Felicity

I typed away, fixing the computer code some poor intern screwed up. I had set my timer for one hour of work then I was going to take a break and play with my chickens. Playing mostly involved me sitting next to them while they pecked the ground, feasting on bugs they had a much keener eye for finding than I did.

A glance at the clock revealed fifteen more minutes of work.

The most wonderful part of being an IT genius was that I could work from almost anywhere in the world. After staring at the countdown timer on my phone, I glanced out the window at the beautiful forest. I was damn proud of myself for pursuing my dream of moving to the country.

I had my pesky older brothers, a boatload of spite, and a contest to thank for the opportunity. I’d grown up in Silicone Valley and had all the skills any self-respecting urbanite would claim: insider contacts for the nicest restaurants, an elaborate knowledge of the fastest ways to get anywhere in the city, and aside from cooking, a complete inability to take care of myself after being raised with three brothers and a grocery store within walking distance…that delivered. Cooking had been my claim to fame in our family. The single thing no one else mastered.

But city life hadn’t felt right to me. I craved grass and fresh air instead of concrete and exhaust. And I was fairly certain there were more species of animals than the assortment of purse-sized dogs I saw on a daily basis.

So when my brothers told me, or rather, dared me to enter a contest to win a cabin surrounded by forty acres in the Colorado mountains, I had to enter.

And after I was chosen as one of the winners, they double-dog dared me to accept. No one can back down from the famed double-dog dare, not even a city girl.

Tapping the screen of my phone, I stopped the timer. Another great thing about my IT job was that a lot of my work could be done any time of the day. And if I decided to pet goats instead of type code, so be it. But I couldn’t pet them if I couldn’t find them, and the view out my window showed that the Pygmy goats weren’t in their pen.

I made a note where I’d left off.

Scanning beyond their fencing, I was unable to find Sweet Pea or Lulu. Dang it. After all the splinters and bruised fingernails, I’d been certain I created a secure area for them.

Had the monstrous thunderstorm washed out the backside of my fence? The storm clouds were rolling over the top of the ridge in front of my house and the trees were still blowing in the wind. Luckily it was a warm breeze, and I’d opened the window in front of my desk the second it stopped raining.

Slipping on my cowgirl boots, I was thankful my isolated forty-acre plot had a looser dress code than Silicone Valley. Short frilly skirts and tank tops with no bra were fine. I could wear whatever I wanted. No neighbors in sight. A dead-end road with no traffic. A world apart from apartment complexes and prying eyes.

I made my way to the front door and noticed movement outside of the picture window.

A big man in the distance, heading up the pasture, away from me. Crap. He had one of my goats under his arms.

My heart rate accelerated. Stepping out of sight behind the wall, I was pretty certain he hadn’t seen me. Not only a person but a thief. A muscular one. I wasn’t sure what part of the scenario had my heart racing the most.

Thieves were supposed to be stealthy, scrawny, and cover themselves in dark hoodies. He was the antithesis. Brawny arms strained the red plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves. He walked with a kind of confidence that indicated he didn’t give a shit who saw him. Thieves weren’t supposed to take steps that showed the ground who was boss. I chuckled at my ridiculous thought. My goats were being stolen and I was evaluating the masculinity of the beast who was stealing them.

I tapped my fingers together and took deep breaths. Why couldn’t he have just been a trespasser? I would have pretended I didn’t see him. But my silly goats. No one was going to mess with them.

I’d read up on living in the country and having a small farm. People had warned about wildlife killing livestock. The solution hadn’t been easy for me to accept, but I’d followed it and bought a shotgun. Practicing at the range, wielding pellets at stationary targets had given me a thrill.

Could I point it at a person? No. Solid no. But, some of the advice had pointed out the mere sound of running the action on a shotgun was enough to scare off predators. Brawny guy was definitely a predator.

I peeked around the corner. He’d changed course and was heading toward my house. Yikes.

I rushed to the closet, grabbed the shotgun, loaded it, and reminded myself to speak loudly and exude confidence. Under no circumstances would I point the gun at him. Unless he threatened me.

My entire body cringed. I couldn’t. Even if he threatened me, I couldn’t shoot a person. Probably not a bear or mountain lion either. I gave myself a mental shake. No time to question my choices. If necessary, I would fire it in a safe direction and call it a warning shot.

Tossing the front door open, I stepped outside, propped the gun on my hip, and kept it pointed safely toward the sky. Hey.

Brawn stopped abruptly. I stumbled backward into the doorframe. With nothing between us but thin mountain air, his mere mass intimidated me. His stubbled jaw and chiseled cheekbones were works of art. And his gaze, even from the distance, turned my bones to jelly.

The fluttering of nervous butterflies in my stomach transformed into an unmistakable sensation. I was turned on by the thieving stranger. That was wrong. But the sudden awareness of my downstairs department also reminded me I was wearing a very short skirt, bare legs, and boots.

I repositioned my arms to cover my damningly pert nipples.

He resumed his steps, one commanding drop of a thick leg at a time. I’m pretty sure the only reason the ground didn’t part for him was that it was paralyzed with fear. Like me.

My property. My goats. I had a responsibility to defend them. A tiny bit of courage welled in my chest. That’s my goat.

Short phrases were going to bolster my ability to sound confident.

I suppose you want it back. He was close enough I stared breathlessly as the muscles of his forearm undulated when Sweet Pea wiggled.

"I want her back." Oh no, what was the weak, fluttery sound that escaped my mouth?

He was mere feet away. His eyes were a golden brown. His beard begged my fingers to fondle it. And his shirt had only been caught underneath the goat. As he shifted Sweet Pea, the plaid