Wild Mountain Man And the Curvy Stranger
(2026)(Book 23 in the Sexy Mountain Man Flame series)
A novel by Emily Crescent
He wrapped his coat around me and told me I couldn't leave.
The rain drove down like someone trying to wash me away.
Colt Mercer: scar over his brow, hands that split wood and steady ropes, eyes the color of wet amber. He smells like pine smoke and old iron. He watches the world like he's reading the margins. He lets me in because he's not a monster. He also watches the ridge like it's a wound that might reopen.
I came to his door soaked and half‑broken. He pulled me from a storm, fed me bitter coffee, and kept my secrets like a shield. Jonah the deputy sniffed around the diner. A truck with mirrored glass slid into town. Someone left a neat circle of V‑prints on the outcrop. I woke to a three‑beat rhythm in my skull and realized I wasn't running from nothing. We fought. We kissed. We made rules—no cages, only choices. We fought again when my need to be free clashed with his need to protect.
Choose safety or choose the road.
Choose to be claimed, or to be free.
He promises he won't chain me.
But the prints in the mud say someone is hunting. Who will keep that promise when the hunter comes for me?
Genre: Romance
The rain drove down like someone trying to wash me away.
Colt Mercer: scar over his brow, hands that split wood and steady ropes, eyes the color of wet amber. He smells like pine smoke and old iron. He watches the world like he's reading the margins. He lets me in because he's not a monster. He also watches the ridge like it's a wound that might reopen.
I came to his door soaked and half‑broken. He pulled me from a storm, fed me bitter coffee, and kept my secrets like a shield. Jonah the deputy sniffed around the diner. A truck with mirrored glass slid into town. Someone left a neat circle of V‑prints on the outcrop. I woke to a three‑beat rhythm in my skull and realized I wasn't running from nothing. We fought. We kissed. We made rules—no cages, only choices. We fought again when my need to be free clashed with his need to protect.
Choose safety or choose the road.
Choose to be claimed, or to be free.
He promises he won't chain me.
But the prints in the mud say someone is hunting. Who will keep that promise when the hunter comes for me?
Genre: Romance