I hated camping
I knew I shouldn’t have gone
But, I was glad I went
I found out what a piece of work my boyfriend was around his friends
I also met Tate, a loner who had made the woods his home
When we met, his gun was aimed at me
But he couldn’t fool me
At least not for long
I saw the heat in his eyes
Saw the way he watched me
It was instant attraction
The kind that couldn’t be ignored
For with the same mouth he used to tell me to get off his land
His kisses told me to stay
But we were from two different worlds
Could this city boy get the mountain man? $0.99 on Kindle.
Author: Gianni Holmes
