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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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Chapter 1

Ford

There are three things a real man never does:

He never makes his mama cry.

He never betrays his brothers-in-arms.

He never grabs his curvy little assistant and kisses her until she’s breathless.

Of them all, I’ve only ever been tempted to do the third, and that’s because of my assistant. She’s out-of-this-world beautiful with a sassy mouth that keeps me on my toes.

When the day’s flashbacks finally fade into nightmares that wreck my sleep and force me from bed in a cold sweat, it’s her voice I want to hear. But it’s the middle of the night, so I reach for the answering machine in my living room.

With the quick press of a few buttons, the messages start. I’ve hoarded all of them since she started working for me six months ago.

Nothing in her voicemails is explicit or even all that interesting. But there’s something about the sound of her breathy voice that soothes the jagged, broken pieces of my soul.

I play them, listening as she tells me that the security plan needs to be reviewed or her gentle reminder that the latest contract is due to be signed in less than a week.

As she talks, I start my grueling workout routine. I need a way to burn off this energy. I’m not supposed to see her for a few more days, not until after Christmas.

For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to spend the holidays with her. Would she snuggle up next to me on my sofa, sipping coffee and lighting me up with that adorable giggle she has? When the nightmares are bad, would she let me crush her against my chest and hold her until I remember that I’m not in a war zone anymore?

“Stupid fucker,” I chastise myself out loud. She wouldn’t want to be with me. I’m too old, too grizzled for a sweet thing like her.

As it is, driving up to my cabin to deliver paperwork every week is probably her least favorite activity. I bet she dreads doing it. The thought puts a knot in my chest, and I pause my workout long enough to rub the sore area.

I’d stopped feeling anything at all. Then six months ago, she showed up when I told my buddy I needed an assistant to handle the business side of my security consulting. She was bright-eyed and beautiful and so eager to help. I couldn’t say no. Didn’t realize how much she’d come to haunt my thoughts.

My phone rings, and I snatch it from the cradle. I don’t have a cellphone. I gave up on technology when I was medically discharged from the service and moved to my cabin.

I grunt out a greeting, already knowing it’s my brother. Hunter is a writer. He writes something called romantic suspense. I don’t know much about the genre, but I usually give him advice on fight scenes and talk to him about the weapons his hero would be likely to use.

“I’ve written myself into a corner. The hero is on the run from ninja assassins, and he’s just seduced the heroine. They’re getting hot and heavy when the front door is blown off the hinges, and they’re both taken hostage.”

“I’m not sure that stopping to fuck while running from–what was it again?” I search my tired brain, trying to remember what Hunter said his characters were running from.

The names change with every book, but I swear he only writes the same three basic plots. He says it’s intentional and part of the appeal of the romance genre is the formula.

Never mind how often I point out that if it were a real-life mission, his heroes would have already been shot in the back of the head. Guess that part isn’t romantic, and that’s why I’m not the writer in the family.

“Ninja assassins,” he answers as though that’s a perfectly valid career path and not at all something he probably made up on the spot. Why does he always have these plot problems at three in the morning?

“Yeah, I just don’t see the hero stopping to fuck her if they’re on the run from ninja assassins,” I answer. I’ve been on dozens of combat missions in my life and never once was I thinking about sex while on them.

“Not even if she’s super hot and looks kind of like that cute little assistant of yours? What’s her name again?”

I growl as something primal and possessive rises up in me. She’s not for another man to appreciate or even look at. “Joy is not your damn concern. You keep your eyes to your fuckin’ self.”

He chuckles. The bastard actually chuckles, and that’s when I realize I’ve been had. He’s been after me to talk to Joy for months now. Joy Jolly, with her cute name and sunshine personality.

“I thought you needed my help with a question about his Glock,” I gripe before I launch into a description of the weapon. We spend the next hour talking about weapons and entry points before there’s finally a beep. My heart nearly stops in my chest. She doesn’t normally call me this early.

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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25182 (not accurate)
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For Christmas, I got stranded on the side of the road. While wearing the world’s most ridiculous elf costume. But the gruff, bearded lumberjack who rescued me might just be the perfect gift.

Holly

You’re not supposed to accept rides from strangers. But I’m not turning down a warm truck and a stranger with kind eyes when I’m stranded in the middle of a snowstorm with nowhere to go.

I need a place to lay my head tonight, and this mountain man seems nice enough. Besides, I have my protective dog with me.

What I don’t expect is for the snowstorm to last so long or for this grumpy lumberjack to be so sweet. But when the snow eases, I’m not so sure I can leave. I think I found forever right here in this cozy cabin.

Hunter

You’re not supposed to pick up strangers on the side of the road. But no one ever said that I couldn’t pick up a stranded Christmas elf. Cute little thing is nearly frozen to death along with that beast beside her.

She’s on her way through town. She’s just stopping by. Problem is, I can’t get her down my mountain until the snow stops falling. Not that it matters. I can’t promise I’m going to let her go.

Nope, I might just have to keep this little elf all to myself. She’s definitely the sweetest Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, and I plan to make this the best holiday she’s ever had.

If you love a possessive, jealous mountain man who is sweeter than hot cocoa and knows exactly how to spoil his curvy woman, then it’s time to meet Hunter in The Mountain Man’s Christmas Elf. This holiday love story is a stand-alone romance set in Mia Brody’s Courage County which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!

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Chapter 1

Hunter

“I’m not sure that stopping to fuck while running from–what was it again?” Ford, my brother, pauses to ask. I can hear him panting in the background. He’s working out, doing his endless crunches because the man doesn’t have an appreciation for carbs the way I do.

“Ninja assassins,” I answer as I wait for my aging coffee pot to brew. I stifle a yawn. It’s three in the morning.

When I realized how bad his insomnia was from the combat missions, I suddenly developed plot problems for my books in the wee hours. He doesn’t know that I set an alarm clock in the middle of the night so I can call. If it keeps the nightmares and flashbacks at bay for him, I’ll do it.

“Yeah, I just don’t see the hero stopping to fuck her if they’re on the run from ninja assassins,” he finishes completely serious. He knows I’m a best-selling author of dozens of romantic suspense books.

Most readers don’t know that Eva Nightshade, who writes scorching hot romance books, also happens to be a man.

“Not even if she’s super hot and looks kind of like that cute little assistant of yours? What’s her name again?” I shouldn’t needle the bastard.

He growls and lets loose with a string of profanities. “Joy is not your damn concern. You keep your eyes to your fuckin’ self.”

I chuckle, and he swears again. I’ve been after him for months now to talk to his assistant and tell her how he feels. But Mr. Stoic Military Man can’t admit he wants her.

“I thought you needed my help with a question about his Glock,” he grits out, and I hear him adjusting his landline. He won’t even get a cellphone because he hates people that much. “Otherwise, I have things to do.”

“Are you coming to help me board up Mom’s place?” I ask, taking the hint that he needs the subject changed.

“The snowstorm isn’t supposed to hit for a few more days,” he answers. He doesn’t follow the news, so I’m not surprised he doesn’t know about the changed forecast.

“It’s coming faster than they think. Maybe you should see if you can get Joy to visit today. Might do you good to spend Christmas with someone else,” I tell him because I know there’s no way he’s coming to celebrate Christmas with the rest of the family.

Ford isn’t the same guy who left for the military years ago. He was always quiet and withdrawn, but the things he saw changed him. I miss him, the person he used to be.

“I’m going to get Mom squared away,” I say. I sent her a text message last night to let her know I’d be there around midday to help her close her grocery store. I don’t need help from Ford, but I let the invitation hang, unspoken.

“Sounds good. Now about that Glock…” he says before launching into a long discussion about the hero’s weapon of choice. He doesn’t know I already know what he’s telling me. I have countless research and reference books related to military history, weapons, tactical gear, fight moves, and more.

Still, I listen for a solid hour like this is new information. Occasionally, I pause to ask a question but mainly, I listen. Because getting Ford to talk about anything is nearly impossible. By the time we end the call, I have a page of new notes and ideas for how to write the fight scene.

“They’re still going to have sex first,” I tell Ford.

He chuckles, a rusty noise that sounds unfamiliar. “You need to stop writing about other people getting laid and meet a woman of your own.”

“Can’t. Too many deadlines,” I answer rather than tell him I’ve tried online dating a couple of times. Turns out, I’m much better behind a screen than I am in person. No surprise there.

“I’ve got a call waiting. Gotta go,” Ford says. Besides me, there’s no one he talks to other than his assistant. Maybe one of these days, he’ll grab his balls and go for it with her. Fuck, I hope so. He deserves a little bit of happiness.

I end the call just as the first ribbons of daylight are starting to show outside. I finish my third cup of coffee and shuffle into the sunroom where my boys are. These mangy guys are my people. Unlike humans, they don’t judge me for being awkward as hell sometimes.

“Who needs a girl? I got y’all,” I mutter to myself as Leonardo, my German shepherd, nudges my hand with what I imagine to be affection.

I give him some cuddles before reaching for Donatello’s wheelchair. He’s a red Dachshund with a braying bark and endless enthusiasm for exploring.

I didn’t know they made mobility aids for dogs until I met Donny. His previous family didn’t want him when the disc disease caused his paralysis and incontinence. They surrendered him like he was disposable. Just thinking about it has me fuming again.

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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)

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My rental cabin is beautiful, remote, and close to nature. Too bad the listing didn’t mention the place also comes with a giant, grumpy mountain man.

Sophie

My short-term rental is a cozy cabin tucked away deep in the mountains of Courage County. It comes with a stunning view of the mountain ridge, acres of beautiful forest to hike, and a very grumpy mountain man of my own to explore.

I wasn’t expecting the quiet mountain man with the steely gaze and brooding demeanor. He claims this is his cabin, and he swears he didn’t rent it to me. But he’s not making me leave. I already paid my deposit.

Even when he starts playing ridiculous pranks on me in an effort to scare me off, I refuse to go. If anything, I have a few tricks for him.

Whiskey

I don’t care about her rental agreement. I never wanted a roommate. I certainly never put up my cabin for rent. But the stubborn curvy girl has no intention of leaving, not even when I offer to pay for her lodging elsewhere.

This little ball of sunshine is determined to stay right by my side. That’s just fine by me. I’ll figure out a way to make her leave. One way or another, I’ll convince her that this cabin is haunted. She’ll run screaming back home in no time.

I’m definitely not going to kiss her in front of the fire or start wishing she’d stay forever. Things like that aren’t meant for brooding mountain men like me.

If you love a holiday romance that’s sweeter than a candy apple with a melt-in-your-mouth alpha who says the filthiest things, it’s time to meet Whiskey in The Mountain Man’s Sweet Treat. This Halloween love story is a stand-alone romance set in Mia Brody’s Courage County which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!

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Chapter 1

Sophie

Golden sunlight slants through the red leaves of the Maple trees lining Main Street in Courage County. Pumpkins, decorative scarecrows, and hay bales dot the store front displays, showcasing a small town that embraces autumn like a dear friend.

My mom would say the only thing missing from the idyllic scene is a few hungry zombies and some rotting corpses. She films the zombie show. Yeah, the one that became a breakout hit two years ago.

She’ll be calling in a little while, probably to tell me about the tensions that are running high with the cast and how the new makeup artist isn’t nearly as good as me. That’s a lie, and we both know it. I was good at my job. But one day, I walked off the set that felt like a second home and never came back.

Shaking off the memories, I park my car in the lot for Emma May’s Groceries. Tobias meows softly as if to remind me that he’s still in his travel carrier. He’s only a few months old, and he’s endlessly curious about the world.

“Just be patient a little while longer, and we’ll have a yummy dinner,” I promise him. I’ve already stopped twice to let him stretch his furry little legs for a few minutes at a time. He’s so little and traveling a long distance must seem scary to him.

When I step onto the cracked asphalt with its faded white lines, my hips and back protest from the long hours. I’ll be at my destination soon—a beautiful cabin tucked away in the mountains of this tiny town.

I hurry into the grocery store past a group of old men sitting on benches. They’re telling each other tall tales. They barely spare me a glance even though I’m waddling like a pregnant lady because my bladder is so full. I definitely should have skipped the jumbo drink at the last gas station.

After I use the restroom, I grab a shopping cart to fill with essentials and cat food. I never imagined that such a beautiful place in my budget would come available for a month. When it did, I knew I had to act quickly.

I nod to several locals who eye me curiously including two women who are leaning in close to each other to discuss a cowboy who swept a curvy woman that lives here off her feet. Literally.

I barely suppress my smile at their gossip as I turn down an aisle. A display of candy corn has me wishing I could go back in time. When I was with my mom on the set, we would always do a big Halloween party at the end of the month. The entire cast would spend October competing to see who could come up with the scariest pranks.

“Can I help you find anything?” A grandmotherly looking woman with a silver braid down her back asks me. She peers over the rim of her bifocals, taking in my thigh-high black boots, plaid mini-skirt and purple corset layered underneath a faux leather jacket.

I used dress differently, back when I cared what people thought about my plus-size body with my cellulite and curves. Now, I just dress in a way that makes me feel happy and confident. If someone doesn’t like how I look, that’s their problem.

I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak without crying. Some days, I think I’m doing OK. I think I’m getting stronger then moments like this happen, and I doubt I’ve made any progress at all on my journey.

Her smile is warm and genuine with no judgement in her tone. “You look a little lost.”

That’s the understatement of the century, but I can’t tell a perfect stranger that. Instead, I tell her, “I’m new to town.”

“Well, I’m old to town. Been here all my life. Raised half of these youngin’s myself. Now, where are you staying? The Andersons should have an empty room this time of year. But if they don’t, you just call me. I’ll make sure you get put up somewhere. I’m Emma May, by the way.” She reaches into her apple red apron and pulls out her phone.

“I’m renting a cabin. Actually, it’s in the mountains here,” I say, grabbing my phone automatically.

“Well, if you run into any problems or need anything, you call me,” she insists as if she’s my friend and not a stranger that I just met.

I know I won’t reach out. Still, when she rattles off her digits, I put them in my phone.

I assume that’s the end of our conversation, and I push my cart down the aisle. But to my surprise, Emma May falls into step beside me as if she senses I need a friend right now. She asks me questions and nods along patiently, listening as I explain I’m here to train for an upcoming 5K race in Asheville. It will be my first, but I don’t tell her that part.

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The Mountain Man’s Valentine Baby (Courage County Holidays #1) Read Online Mia Brody http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-mountain-mans-valentine-baread-online-courage-county-holidays-1-read-online-mia-brody Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:21:31 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-mountain-mans-valentine-baread-online-courage-county-holidays-1-read-online-mia-brody Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Mia Brody Series: Courage County Holidays Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
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I’m having a baby with the bearded mountain man that I met one time. Can the three of us make a family this Valentine’s Day?

Thea

For Valentine’s Day this year, Cupid brought me a positive pregnancy test. OK, so I'm pretty sure I can't blame the guy with the arrow for my new baby bump. That's on me.

And a certain mountain man that was most definitely on me. And under me. And well, you get the picture. Now I'm showing up on his doorstep with the most unexpected holiday surprise he's ever going to get.

I plan to tell him and leave. But when an unexpected snowstorm keeps me stranded with the bearded mountain man, can I stop myself from asking him to be my Valentine?

Jasper

The moment I saw Thea Madison, I knew she was meant to be mine. But she left me before I could tell her about our beautiful future together.

Weeks later, she’s back in my small town for Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t have asked for a better gift, especially when she tells me that she’s carrying my baby.

Now, I just need to convince the curvy woman of my dreams that we’re meant to be. If I do, I might get everything I’ve ever a family to call my own.

If you love a holiday romance that’s sweeter than a box of truffles with a melt-in-your-mouth alpha who says the filthiest things, it’s time to meet Jasper in The Mountain Man’s Valentine Baby. This Valentine’s Day love story is a stand-alone romance set in Mia Brody’s Courage County which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!

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Chapter 1

Thea

I thread through the crowd, ducking my fourth handsy cowboy of the night. When I finally step outside of the bed and breakfast in Sweetheart, North Carolina, I let out a small sigh of relief.

I’m on a second-floor balcony and I seem to have found the only one that’s unoccupied. It’s filled with a long row of rocking chairs, no doubt set up this way so newlyweds can serenely enjoy their first morning cup of coffee together after a wild night spent making love in the honeymoon suite. Ugh, couples are the worst.

Weddings aren’t really my thing. I wouldn’t be here except that my biggest client, Zac Maple, has gotten married today. He’s a great guy, and he fell for an amazing woman named Dotty. I’m sure they’ll have decades of wedded bliss together.

But right now, I’m stuffed into a too-tiny red dress that’s called to every cowboy in a hundred-foot radius. I’m never wearing a dress again after this. Or attending another wedding.

“Weddings are what people do when they fall in love and want to brag about their happiness to all of their single friends,” I mutter as I pace down the balcony, aiming for the corner rocking chair that’s tucked away in the darkness.

“I couldn’t agree more,” a deep, masculine voice says. It has a raspy sound, like whiskey poured over gravel.

I look up to find a man with dark eyes staring back at me in the fading light of dusk. He rakes his gaze down my figure, and I shiver as if he just caressed me.

He’s seated in the rocking chair like he had the same idea I did—to hide away from the wedding festivities.

There’s a small sketchbook resting on one of his thick thighs and a pencil clutched too tightly in his scarred hand.

I saw him with Zac’s brothers. He’s one of the best men. Actually, he was the only best man I could focus on. It was something about his dark eyes and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence despite his limp.

Suddenly, my plans are dashed. I can’t hide away and work on the crochet project in my purse.

Crochet was a hobby I started when I first began touring with Zac in a crappy secondhand tour bus that smelled like moldy cheese. Back then, he was a no-name country music singer with more dreams than money. I was a no-name manager with more dreams than clients. Now years later, he headlines sold-out concerts across the country, and I’m the most-sought-after talent manager in Nashville.

The best man tucks away his pencil and sketchbook into his suit coat. “Seems I’m not the only one whose plans for solitude were dashed.”

As he moves, I can’t help but notice the way the material of his suit clings to his big, bulky frame. I imagine what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. His full, bushy beard would probably brush the top of my head. Why does that thought make me feel warm all over?

“I thought I was alone,” I explain to him, my voice sounding too breathy to my own ears.

“Clearly, you are.” His brown gaze is still assessing me, like a predator that has spotted prey and is trying to size it up. The thought should make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. I like the way this big man is looking at me. I like the idea that he’s sizing me up and deciding which part of my body he’d like to feast on first.

I shrug. I’ve never had anyone so I can’t be sad about it. “I always have been.”

Something flickers across his face, sorrow and grief mixing. In this one moment, I think maybe he’s as lonely as I am. Maybe he understands what it’s like to be completely alone in the world. Whatever he’s feeling, he blinks it away and the emotion is gone from his face. He clears his throat. “I’m Jasper, Zac’s best man. Despite the title, I also hate our happy friend.”

I relax at his introduction and consider taking the seat in the rocking chair next to him. But it’s hard to breathe as it is and if I don’t sit exactly right, the wire in this shapewear will spear into me like Moby Dick.

I keep standing, trying to ignore the chill in the late December air. In my desperate attempt to leave the wedding reception, I left my white cardigan behind. “I’m Thea. It’s great that he’s happy. But give the rest of us a break, right? I’m wearing shapewear, for fuck’s sake.”

He looks me up and down again, and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. “I don’t know what that is, but damn if I’m not curious now, Thea.”

He says my name softly like he’s savoring it, and I can’t help it. I feel giddy under his attention. I’m surrounded by handsome, powerful men every day who can have whatever they want. But there’s something about this man and his gaze. He makes me feel like I’m the powerful one for a change.

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