Stoic Mountain Man And the Curvy Teacher
(2026)(Book 29 in the Sexy Mountain Man Flame series)
A novel by Emily Crescent
He stood on a school stage and told the whole town he wanted me. My name left his mouth like a promise. The room went quiet and my chest broke open.
Wyatt Cole. Broad-shouldered, cedar-scented, jeans that fit like they were made for him. Callused hands that mend fences and a scar on his knuckle that says he’s been through it. He’s steady. Protective. Terrified of staying—but he says he doesn’t walk away.
He found me in a cabin doorway with a box of paper plates and a heart I’d glued back together. He brought coffee and cinnamon rolls. He fixed playground swings and read to my third-graders in a voice that made them—and me—lean in. He made me laugh. He kissed me in the barn while rain beat the roof and then made love like he was trying to prove something to himself.
The town watches. Marge judges. My past taught me to be quiet. His family taught him to hide. Now we’re both standing with our hands out. Either he keeps me private to protect me—erasing me when it’s convenient—or he says my name where it matters and takes the hits.
He put his jacket on my shoulders and slipped a ring on my finger. He swore he’d stay. Then someone knocked at my door. Will he choose me when everyone’s watching?
Genre: Romance
Wyatt Cole. Broad-shouldered, cedar-scented, jeans that fit like they were made for him. Callused hands that mend fences and a scar on his knuckle that says he’s been through it. He’s steady. Protective. Terrified of staying—but he says he doesn’t walk away.
He found me in a cabin doorway with a box of paper plates and a heart I’d glued back together. He brought coffee and cinnamon rolls. He fixed playground swings and read to my third-graders in a voice that made them—and me—lean in. He made me laugh. He kissed me in the barn while rain beat the roof and then made love like he was trying to prove something to himself.
The town watches. Marge judges. My past taught me to be quiet. His family taught him to hide. Now we’re both standing with our hands out. Either he keeps me private to protect me—erasing me when it’s convenient—or he says my name where it matters and takes the hits.
He put his jacket on my shoulders and slipped a ring on my finger. He swore he’d stay. Then someone knocked at my door. Will he choose me when everyone’s watching?
Genre: Romance