{"product_id":"letters-from-a-lonely-mountain-man-a-steamy-curvy-girl-romance-audiobook","title":"Letters from a Lonely Mountain Man: A Steamy Curvy Girl Romance Audiobook","description":"\u003ch3\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e🔉 Sample \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"player\"\u003e\u003caudio controls=\"controls\"\u003e\u003csource type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0790\/3884\/1120\/files\/Letters-from-a-lonely-mountain-man-sample.mp3?v=1776023516\"\u003e\u003c\/audio\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eThe grumpiest mountain man writes the sweetest love letters…\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBree\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy first day at my new job, and I barge in on my hot co-worker shirtless. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHoly pecs! \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe lumberjack is built with a thick, bushy beard and a deep, rumbly voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI can’t get him out of my head after that first meeting. \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen someone starts leaving me love letters, I’m not secretly hoping it’s him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNot even a little bit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDalton\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI fell for the curvy girl the moment she barged into the locker room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy new co-worker is a beautiful spitfire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI want to make her all mine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut she’s been burned before, so I have to go slow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStill, I plan to tell her how I feel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOne beautiful love letter at a time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you love a gruff mountain man who is all faded flannel and marshmallow fluff for his curvy girl, then it’s time to meet Dalton in Letters from a Lonely Mountain Man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt’s a steamy rom com set in the small town of Courage County, which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e★★★★★ \u003c\/span\u003eMia Brody’s books always get you right in the feels. Who couldn’t swoon for a dreamy ex-marine finding his forever in Courage County? - Jen, Reviewer\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eFeatured Tropes\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e❤️ Over the top instalove sweetness\u003cbr\u003e❤️Cinnamon roll mountain man\u003cbr\u003e❤️ Filthy talker who wants her\u003cbr\u003e❤️ Adores her curves\u003cbr\u003e❤️ Satisfies her always 👅🐱\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e★★★★★ I loved it!!! This might be the most romantic story I’ve ever read by Mia Brody. This story was sweet, funny, sexy and just a real love story.  - YOHENNLYP, Reviewer \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLetters from a Lonely Mountain Man Preview\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cem\u003eBree is starting her first day of work when she bumps into Dalton in the employee lounge and sparks fly instantly! Read about it below…\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs soon as I step into the employee lounge, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI'm not alone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThere's someone in here with me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI pick up the soft sound of clothes rustling as I round a row of lockers. I spot the hottest doctor I've ever seen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHis back is to me, but even from here, I can see he's dressed in work boots and light blue scrubs and no shirt. He's broad with big shoulders, muscles bunching in his back. He's huge, easily twice my size.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhen I make a squeak, he turns around to face me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHoly pecs, he is built.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe looks like he escaped from one of those lumberjack calendars with his hairy chest and damp, golden skin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI can't help wondering what it would be like to run my tongue across his abs, circle his belly button, and touch the happy trail disappearing into the top of his pants.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe has strong thighs that lead to a prominent bulge that cannot be hidden. Heck, his pants look two sizes too small, and all it does is make me tingle all over.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSomething flashes in his gaze as awareness arcs between us.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe electricity crackles, heat coiling low in my belly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI imagine for a moment what it would be like if he pushed me up against this row of lockers and kissed me. If he caged me in with his strength and glared down at me the way he's glaring now.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe clears his throat, drawing my attention to his bushy beard. It looks so soft and well kept.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI want to pet it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWould that be weird?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDefinitely weird, I decide.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI give myself a little shake as my brain finally realizes what those blue scrubs mean.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe's not just anybody here in the employee lounge.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe's the doctor. The doctor I'm supposed to be working closely with. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI force myself to paste on a smile that I don't feel. All I feel is disappointment that I'll never get to know what that big beard feels like between my thighs.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I'm thrilled to meet you,\" I say. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Thanks,\" he says like it's a question. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI step forward and hold out my bandaged hand to him. \"I'm excited to be working with you.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe snorts, \"I don't think we're working on the same team here.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMy smile freezes in place, and I go stone still. My heart rate speeds up as anger floods my veins.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNormally, I can hold my tongue and remain professional no matter what the setting is or what's happening. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut right now, I'm furious. I'm so angry at myself for being so attracted to another guy that's clearly a jerk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Don't be one of those arrogant assholes who think you're above me. There are no small jobs in medicine. Every single person is a vital part of the care team.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe says, \"You don't understand–\" \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI'm not interested in letting him finish whatever lame excuse he was going to offer me. I put my hands on my hips, ignoring the way it hurts my palms.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I've known dozens of doctors like you. You think just because you're good looking and went to medical school that you're the important person in the room. Well, newsflash, you're not.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI swear he almost smirks at me as he says, \"I never said I was the most important person in the room.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI glare at him, his amusement only making me angrier. \"The patient is always the most important person in the room.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe smirk on his face finally blossoms into a full on grin. \"Well, now that you've put me in my place, how about dinner tonight?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI blink, getting whiplash from his sudden change in topic.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI didn't expect him to ask me out despite the heat between us. Even if we weren't working together closely, I'm not interested in someone with as much ego as he has.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I don't go out with people I work with.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe steps closer, leaning into my space.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhen he speaks, his breath caresses my face. He smells like mint and pine and earth, like home. \"But you're attracted to me.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLike the articulate medical professional I am, I snap back, \"Am not.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe door to the employee lounge creaks open and I instantly take a step away from the lumberjack doctor who's arrogant and climb-him-hot at the same time. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLauren steps around the lockers and focuses on me. \"Are you ready to meet Dr. Banks?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I already have.\" I glare at the man in front of me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLauren frowns. \"He's not the doctor.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI turn my gaze back to the arrogant man who had the audacity to think he was so much better than me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Wait, you're not the doctor?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Afraid not,\" the man answers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003eHe leans close again, pausing to whisper in my ear, \"But you're still attracted to me.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Author Mia Brody","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51475929858336,"sku":"073AB","price":5.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0790\/3884\/1120\/files\/Love_Letters_Audiobook.jpg?v=1776024082","url":"https:\/\/www.miabrodyauthor.com\/products\/letters-from-a-lonely-mountain-man-a-steamy-curvy-girl-romance-audiobook","provider":"Mia Brody","version":"1.0","type":"link"}