Mountain Man's Fate

A secret this BIG could move mountains.

There are three things I know about Eli:
1. I broke his heart over a decade ago.
2. The we parted ways was unspeakable. A secret I've kept hidden all these years.
3. Even though I'm engaged to another man I'm still madly in love with him.

How is this my life!?!

And now, Eli's back in my life and has full intention of staying.
But are there some wounds that time simply can't heal?!?

This is a fully standalone romance from the bestselling Mountain Men of Liberty Series. This is Eli's story and a mountain man's babies, second chance romantic suspense. Each book can be read on its own. Transport yourself into the charming and magical town of Liberty, Utah as we follow several rugged mountain men in their quests to find lasting love. For readers looking to binge-read books 1-4 of this series at a discounted rate, it is available as a boxset on my Amazon catalog titled Mountain Men of Liberty Boxset. Enjoy!

How did I survive even for one moment without this man?

My head was nestled into his neck, and I inhaled his scent, hoping to never forget it.

I lifted my head, still staying close to him, and stared into his dark eyes.

His face had changed over the years; he’d grown up, and he was no longer the clean-shaven boy I remembered him to be. But I found the wrinkles around his eyes and the thick, but well-groomed beard to be attractive on him. The hint of grey at the temples was a nice touch. He had always been an attractive man, but like a fine wine, he was one of those men who simply got better with age.

I stroked his beard, cupping his cheek into my hand. My hand felt so tiny against him, like I always did by him—I felt so small and fragile. I felt safe.

I never knew how much I had missed him until I was there, in that moment.

I missed all of him.

My body grew warm where his touched mine. He stroked my cheek in return, mirroring my moves, and continued staring into my eyes.

I could tell there were things he wanted to say, and there was plenty I wanted to say too, but words didn’t seem like the best way to convey what I was feeling.

So I kissed him instead.

A chaste kiss. My lips barely grazed his, even though I wanted even more. I craved his mouth against mine, but I knew to pull back. The kiss alone was going too far already.

But before I could regret it, he kissed me back. With hunger.

His mouth was ravenous for me, pressing firmly against mine. I opened myself up to him, and his tongue swept past my lips and brushed against my own. For a second, it felt like every ounce of oxygen had left my body, then it was like he was breathing for the both of us—which was good, because I couldn’t focus on such a trivial task as breathing when this man was kissing me.

His lips were as soft as I remembered, though his beard tickled my face—a new sensation that didn’t fit with the memory that made me realize this wasn’t just a dream.

This was real.

He motioned me backward, and I obliged without a second thought. He crawled up the length of my body until he was hovering directly above me, his body inches from mine but still too far away. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled myself upward, closing that distance and feeling the hardness in his jeans.

He let out a low growl, and his eyes rolled back for a second as I rubbed myself against him.

His body clearly ached for mine as much as mine did for his.

With one hand, he reached down and pulled down the leggings I was wearing. I was thankful for not wearing jeans around the house, as these were easy to slip off—perhaps too easy. Maybe if I’d had that extra few minutes, I would have realized what we were doing was a bad idea.

But I didn’t have those few minutes, and he worked quickly on his own pants. No need to remove the rest of the clothes, nor did we have time. We were both so desperate, acting like we had to hurry—as if there were somewhere we had to be—but in reality, the only place he needed to be was inside of me. And the two of us were very much on the same page.