Claimed by the Mountain Man

By Isla Chiu

“I need to get out of here,” I whisper. But how? My horrible sense of direction is what landed me here in the first place, and if I attempted venturing into the woods again, I might actually get eaten by a bear.

“Hello.”

I nearly fall off the bed.

“Careful,” he growls, catching me before I hit the floor.

My pulse jumps. I was right about the stranger’s size. He is huge. His arms are like muscular tree trunks, and I swear he must be 7 feet tall.

He’s also super hot, something I did not expect. I’m typically not into bearded guys, but that black beard really suits his chiseled face and brings out his green eyes.

WORD COUNT: 4,100

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome mountain man!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Sep 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005010034

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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Author's note

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Claimed by the Mountain Man

I KNOW READING MY BOYFRIEND'S text messages is an invasion of his privacy and totally wrong.

But in my defense, how could I not have invaded his privacy when I saw this message pop up on his screen:

Hey, sexy, miss you. Can't wait for you to come back.

And how could I have resisted the urge to log in to his phone when I know that his password is 1234?

Someone named Shelley sent the text. My heart sinks when I see the picture he saved of Shelley in his contacts. She's blond, tan, tall, and extremely well-endowed–the exact opposite of black-haired, pale, short, and unwell-endowed me.

My heart sinks to the ground when I start reading more texts between my so-called boyfriend Jonah and Shelley.

Jonah: Last night was amazing. I can't wait to do it again.

Shelley: Are you ready to unwrap your present, big boy?

Jonah: Don't worry, I restocked on condoms.

Shelley: When are you going to break up with that girl?

Excuse me, Shelley, that girl has a name.

I want to smash Jonah’s phone, but that would