Big & Rough Musical Mountain Man
(2025)(A book in the Big & Rough Mountain Men series)
A Story by Sara Hazel
A scorching, untamed romance where primal desire and forbidden melodies ignite in the mountains.SOREN
I've spent years carving out solitude in these mountains. Running Silverthorn Lumber with calloused hands. Keeping my body hard and my heart harder. Playing my guitar in the dark where no one can witness my passion.
I don't need complications. Don't want the spotlight. Don't need the ache of wanting someone I can't have.
Then she appears at my cabin—Fable Quinn, with her wild auburn hair and curves that make my hands tremble on guitar strings. The music star with a voice that slides under my skin and stays there. She's everything I've denied myself—temptation, heat, hunger I can't control.
When a spring storm traps us together, the electricity between us ignites like lightning striking timber. One touch, and those walls I built come crashing down, leaving me raw and exposed. Her body against mine feels like a melody I've been playing my whole life.
I know she'll leave these mountains when her month is up. Back to her world that would swallow me whole. Yet every night, I wake up burning for her, my sheets tangled, her taste still on my lips.
Why does the thought of her leaving feel like losing a part of my soul I never knew existed until she claimed it?
FABLE
When my manager sent me to Misty Peak to cure my writer's block, I expected solitude and mountain air. I didn't expect my body and soul to ignite in ways my music never prepared me for.
I didn't expect him—Soren Silverthorn. Six-foot-plus of raw masculinity with eyes like mountain ice that burn when they look at me. Hands that coax masterful sounds from guitar strings and make me wonder how they'd feel exploring every inch of my skin.
When I hear him play, desire pulses through me like a bassline. His fingers move over the fretboard with a precision that makes me shiver, imagining those same fingers tracing paths down my spine. Our music intertwines like lovers, his deep rhythms penetrating my melodies until I can't tell where he ends and I begin.
One stormy night changes everything. His mouth claims mine with a hunger that matches the wildness of these mountains. His body against mine creates a symphony more powerful than anything I've ever composed.
I know he's afraid of what happens when I leave. What he doesn't know is that every night I dream of his powerful body moving against mine, his voice rough in my ear, claiming me completely.
The music industry feels hollow now compared to the raw, primal connection we've discovered between tangled sheets and whispered confessions. Can a woman who's performed for thousands find her most authentic self in the arms of one beautifully damaged man?
Tropes included in this story: Small Town Romance, Mountain Man Romance, Musician Romance, Grumpy / Sunshine, Steamy Contemporary, Spicy, Creative Passion, Opposites Attract, Cabin Romance, Emotional Healing, Career vs Love, Forced Proximity elements, Hidden talent romance
Genre: Romance
I've spent years carving out solitude in these mountains. Running Silverthorn Lumber with calloused hands. Keeping my body hard and my heart harder. Playing my guitar in the dark where no one can witness my passion.
I don't need complications. Don't want the spotlight. Don't need the ache of wanting someone I can't have.
Then she appears at my cabin—Fable Quinn, with her wild auburn hair and curves that make my hands tremble on guitar strings. The music star with a voice that slides under my skin and stays there. She's everything I've denied myself—temptation, heat, hunger I can't control.
When a spring storm traps us together, the electricity between us ignites like lightning striking timber. One touch, and those walls I built come crashing down, leaving me raw and exposed. Her body against mine feels like a melody I've been playing my whole life.
I know she'll leave these mountains when her month is up. Back to her world that would swallow me whole. Yet every night, I wake up burning for her, my sheets tangled, her taste still on my lips.
Why does the thought of her leaving feel like losing a part of my soul I never knew existed until she claimed it?
FABLE
When my manager sent me to Misty Peak to cure my writer's block, I expected solitude and mountain air. I didn't expect my body and soul to ignite in ways my music never prepared me for.
I didn't expect him—Soren Silverthorn. Six-foot-plus of raw masculinity with eyes like mountain ice that burn when they look at me. Hands that coax masterful sounds from guitar strings and make me wonder how they'd feel exploring every inch of my skin.
When I hear him play, desire pulses through me like a bassline. His fingers move over the fretboard with a precision that makes me shiver, imagining those same fingers tracing paths down my spine. Our music intertwines like lovers, his deep rhythms penetrating my melodies until I can't tell where he ends and I begin.
One stormy night changes everything. His mouth claims mine with a hunger that matches the wildness of these mountains. His body against mine creates a symphony more powerful than anything I've ever composed.
I know he's afraid of what happens when I leave. What he doesn't know is that every night I dream of his powerful body moving against mine, his voice rough in my ear, claiming me completely.
The music industry feels hollow now compared to the raw, primal connection we've discovered between tangled sheets and whispered confessions. Can a woman who's performed for thousands find her most authentic self in the arms of one beautifully damaged man?
Tropes included in this story: Small Town Romance, Mountain Man Romance, Musician Romance, Grumpy / Sunshine, Steamy Contemporary, Spicy, Creative Passion, Opposites Attract, Cabin Romance, Emotional Healing, Career vs Love, Forced Proximity elements, Hidden talent romance
Genre: Romance
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