I’ve been obsessed with Ruby since the day I saw her. I’m rough, rugged, and damaged. Ever since I got out of the Marines, all I’ve wanted is to be left alone on my mountain. Then, she walked into my bar, ordered a cheeseburger and a cherry coke, and before she took a single bite I was in love. Smitten. Completely obsessed with this beautiful, innocent girl. But I’m not the only one who’s noticed her. My bar’s also the meeting spot for the Iron Diablos MC -- and I’m the only man around here who’ll stand up to them. And I’ll do anything to protect Ruby and make her mine. Anything. Her Obsessed Mountain Man is insta-love at its finest! If you like sweet, romantic stories with a heat level of eleven, this one’s for you. Keywords: Steamy romance, spicy romance, open door, virgin heroine, instalove, over the top, happily ever after, romantic novels, sexually romantic books, guaranteed HEA, no cliffhangers, sexy alpha hero, sexy ebook, HEA, forbidden romance, first person, new adult, first time, dominant hero, motorcycle club, grumpy hero, alpha hero, sunshine heroine, outdoors, protective hero, mountain man, military hero, first in series, romance series

Nicknamed 'Mountain Man' by the Sunday Telegraph, James Forrest is the record-breaking adventurer who climbed every mountain in England and Wales in just six months – the fastest ever time. Solo and unsupported, he walked over 1,000 miles and ascended five times the height of Everest during his 446-peak challenge. And he did it all on his days off from work, proving it is possible to integrate an epic adventure into your everyday life. From collapsing tents and horrific storms to near-fatal mountaineering mishaps, James endured his fair share of hardship out in the hills. But the good times far outweighed the bad. He slept wild under the stars, met eccentric locals, and exchanged the 21st century social media bubble for a simpler, more peaceful existence. What did he learn along the way? That life is more fulfilling when you switch off your phone and climb a mountain. Readers will be inspired and motivated by James's amazing adventure, and so the book concludes with a section on how YOU can achieve your next adventure – whether it's something to get the kids involved in at half term, a fun challenge to tackle solo or with friends, or, like James's, a record-breaking attempt of epic proportions, James will guide you through everything you need to do to plan and execute your adventure, as well as give you some great ideas too.

Grumpy mountain man seeks sunshine nanny to care for equally grumpy nephew. Hale I never thought I’d become a single dad at thirty-six. Then again, I never thought my half-sister would just abandon her tiny son. Now, it’s on me to raise the six-month old baby. I don’t have a clue what to do with a little one, but I know they need lots of loving. That’s why I hire the sweetest woman in all of Courage County to care for him. She’s got curves for days, and I shouldn’t be thinking about my new nanny like that. But now that she’s under my skin, I’m never letting her go. She’s mine and I plan to claim those curves all for myself. Ivy Hale is a big grump but he’s always coming into the little dessert shop where I work. He tips me an extra twenty and licks his ice cream cone while I imagine how it would feel to be his sweet treat. After I get fired, the older mountain man shows up with his baby and an offer to become his new nanny. I don’t know why he’s so insistent that I’m the one for the job, but I need the work. Besides, it’s not a big deal to work around Hale. It’s not like he’d ever be interested in a curvy woman like me…would he? If you love a grumpy mountain man who falls hard for his sunshine nanny, it’s time to meet Hale in Claimed by the Mountain Man. Courage County mountain men love curves! These flannel-wearing, wood-cutting lumberjack men are gruff and grumpy. But underneath it all, they have hearts of gold just waiting to be uncovered by the curvy women they claim. Cuddle up with these sexy new book boyfriends from Mia Brody today!

Prologue Spring, Colorado, 1981 ONE of the severest winters in North American history exploded in a cataclysm of spring madness: rushing water, melting snow and ice thundered down the Colorado Rocky Mountains rearranging the high country and lowlands beyond recognition. Boulders torn from the warming earth crashed into trees; revised river courses and blocked creeks. Acres of uprooted pine littered the valley floors, glistened in the March sunshine. Yet this insanity had ended swiftly when nature blew away her winter temper and the warm Chinook winds breathed merciful life into the devastation. Stunned, mountain animals moved through the ruins like humans after a bombing raid: mooching ill tempered among the debris they scavenged for food; beavers utilised fallen timber to build underwater lodges away from the grizzly he-bear who lived on Devil Mountain! Named for its twin horned peaks, Devil Mountain was a fourteen thousand feet colossus dominating the wilderness with incomparable magnificence. Situated on the eastern fringe of the Roan Plateau skirting the Arapaho National Forest, it dwarfed everything. Billions of tons of impregnable landmass gouged from the earth’s core before the Ice Age had merged into a vast tangle of rock sweeping savagely to the sky; thrusting from the morass the mammoth devil-horns soared forever upward beyond the clouds. A terrifying presence plagued by the cruellest elements, Devil Mountain was shrouded with superstition of missing men who had ventured too high, was loathed, feared for the he-bear who prowled its awesome spaces. Like his mountain home the grizzly was majestic. Eight hundred pound Titan, he was the supreme power among animals. Eight feet tall on powerful hind legs, his call would fill the big country and meadows below warning of his dominance and perpetual anger. Nor did he like Man, or male lion from the nearby box canyon constantly urged by his mate to reclaim old territory from the he-bear. There had been friction between bear and cats since their arrival four seasons ago. Dismissing his enemies, he hurried along the wind line, the heady pleasure of his old female’s smell strong in his nostrils. She would be with the two cubs. Unlike other males, he loved his family. Above, a female eagle planed over the valley surveying winter’s legacy and land creatures eluding the he-bear. She’d watch awhile before collecting her mate: like the bear, she too had opposition in the box canyon where her mate flew with a new female from the south. Cresting a rise the grizzly bounded into the pine forest tottering on the steep approaches to his mountain. Totally his mountain! Born there, he had lived, loved and hunted through the seasons there, and one day would lie down and rest there. Forever! But today he was jubilant as spring fever arose from the ashes of winter: thawed ice and snow promised an abundance of fish and beaver and tiny the tiny roots he craved, but most of all the return of his mate and cubs. Stopping to fish in the creek dissecting the scrub below the mountain, he became excited at the thought of seeing her and the cubs. He knew they’d come to play here below the big timber and his mountain home. A stiff wind flung their scent. Growling approval he galloped off, his great bulk hurdling nimbly over the fallen pine. Moving to the far edge of the forest where the ground fell sharply into a narrow defile bordering the scrub, he stopped at a familiar odour: Man with his loud instrument of death was stalking his family. Off wind line they would not detect his smell. Climbing a tree, he saw them romping in a fold of the ground farther along the creek. His warning cry was reduced to a moan as they failed to hear. Jumping down he stood on his hind legs, angrily beat his chest with his paws, roar echoing defiantly throughout the valley. Enjoying her offspring his mate never heard. With enormous strides leapt over the defile and bounded towards the fold in the land. Arr

Let the games begin… Camden: This trip was supposed to be stress free. A way for me to unplug from the real world and unwind. Then he shows up. Amos Briggs. Even his name is sexy. He also booked this secluded cabin until his house is finished being built nearby. He wants me to leave, but that’s not happening. I need this. The sexy mountain man will just have to find someplace else to stay. When he suggests a competition to see who gets the cabin, I jump to agree. I’ll win this bet in a day and get back to my vacation. Except he’s more of a temptation than I anticipated. This might be harder than I thought it would be, but I’m not backing down. It’s game on and I'm playing to win. Amos: My house was supposed to be done a month ago but there have been complications. Now I'm stuck staying nearby in a rental until it's finished. At least the place looks nice. Then I get there and realize that it looks a little more than nice. More specifically, a certain someone in the house does. Camden Michaels. She's here for vacation and she wants me gone but I can't let that happen. Not when I might have just met the woman of my dreams. So I devise a plan to convince her to stay. Now I just need to win her over before she realizes that I'm not playing for the cabin. I'm playing for her. Game on.

Ho, Ho, Ho, it’s off to work we go! Welcome to A Not So Christmas Duet! Inside you will find: Fake fiancées, workplace romances, grinch-y bosses, and just the right amount of spice… Not So Jolly: A Fake Fiancé Romance (A Cutler Family Christmas Book 1) There are few things my workaholic god of a boss Roman Cutler enjoys more than making my life miserable, and one is just out of his reach, thanks to his dear, sweet mom—firing me. What’s worse than losing the files to your boss’s pet project? Finding out your ex-best friend is marrying your ex-boyfriend. Single and unemployed is not how I’d expected to spend the holidays, so I stick around the office in a sea of tissues and self regret. But when an unlikely turn of events leads to my boss’s interest in securing an insta-fiancé, it turns out he still has a use for me. That’s right—my tall, muscular, obnoxiously sexy boss asked me to marry him. Now, I’m fake engaged to one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, showing up in supermarket tabloids and at premiere restaurants. It’s a match made in desperation, but I can’t deny it’s genius, and thanks to this fiasco, I don’t look like such a loser to my exes. He’s smooth as fine wine as I bumble for the cameras. I offer an endless stream of apologies, but it turns out my carelessness plays straight into Roman’s plan. But as calculating as he is, neither of us could have foreseen the consequences of our coupling—what happens when fake feelings turn real? Not So Merry: An Enemies to Lovers Holiday Romance (A Cutler Family Christmas Book 2) When a disgruntled department store elf wages war against a too sexy for the suit Santa, sparks fly. Going into the holiday season, I thought my life couldn't get much worse. My mom is sick, I'm broke, and I have to don elf ears and leggings for a paycheck. Then, a new Santa came to town. One with washboard abs and enough arrogance to make me want to kick him back to the North Pole. To top it all off, I'm pretty sure he shows up to work drunk. At best, he'll make my job harder than it has to be. At worst, he'll ruin Christmas for the town's children. So excuse me for saying bah-freakin'-humbug. But when a few unexplainable acts of kindness happen throughout my tiny town, I find out there's more to Jolly Old Saint Nick than what meets the eye. Drinks turn into a date and kisses are exchanged on my doorstep, but when I discover the real reason for his holiday gig, I find out his heart really is made of coal. Now the only question is: do I give him another chance, or is he doomed to stay on my naughty list? HEA guaranteed!

New York Times bestselling series: Stranded in the middle of a brutal range war, an innocent man may have no choice but to take sides . . . Smoke Jensen sat in a cave and boiled the last of his coffee. He figured he was in Idaho—somewhere south of Montpelier—but he was certain about only two things: he was cold and he was being hunted by a small army of men. Smoke knew why he was cold—it was winter. He just didn't have a clear idea of why anyone was after him. He was soon to find out that he'd unwittingly ridden into the middle of the fiercest range war in years. Now he had to either choose sides or return home across the back of a horse. Smoke had never taken kindly to being bullied . . . so when Jud Vale and his cutthroat gang started pushing him around, Smoke Jensen just pushed right back . . .