Haunted Mountain Man And the Curvy Survivor
(2026)(Book 28 in the Sexy Mountain Man Flame series)
A novel by Emily Crescent
He kissed me. Then someone knocked three times—hard—and my whole life snapped back into the dark I thought I’d left.
Travis Boone: thirty-three, mountain man, broad-shouldered and sun‑dark, slate‑gray eyes that measure danger like a compass. He builds fences. He feeds the stove. He stares at my tremors like he’s cataloguing how to keep me standing. He’s steady. He’s silent. And he carries a scar that says he once failed to save someone he loved.
I showed up on his porch, soaked and running. He opened his door without asking. He fed me coffee, dried my hair, and kept his hands where I could find them without losing myself. We made a plan for the knocks. We worked the fence. He put a scrap of confessing handwriting in my parka like a dare. We kissed like people who’d chosen not to be alone anymore. We slept without promises—only checks, and asking, and careful wanting.
Then a truck idled on County Road Three. A masked plate. Headlights skimming the pines. My past paced the gravel.
If he stays, whatever follows him might find me. If he leaves, I lose the only man who’s chosen to stay.
We chose each other. Now we choose how to survive. Can love be enough when someone is hunting our edges?
Genre: Romance
Travis Boone: thirty-three, mountain man, broad-shouldered and sun‑dark, slate‑gray eyes that measure danger like a compass. He builds fences. He feeds the stove. He stares at my tremors like he’s cataloguing how to keep me standing. He’s steady. He’s silent. And he carries a scar that says he once failed to save someone he loved.
I showed up on his porch, soaked and running. He opened his door without asking. He fed me coffee, dried my hair, and kept his hands where I could find them without losing myself. We made a plan for the knocks. We worked the fence. He put a scrap of confessing handwriting in my parka like a dare. We kissed like people who’d chosen not to be alone anymore. We slept without promises—only checks, and asking, and careful wanting.
Then a truck idled on County Road Three. A masked plate. Headlights skimming the pines. My past paced the gravel.
If he stays, whatever follows him might find me. If he leaves, I lose the only man who’s chosen to stay.
We chose each other. Now we choose how to survive. Can love be enough when someone is hunting our edges?
Genre: Romance