Bred by the Mountain Man – Courage County Curves Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Virgin Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)

This filthy mountain man is determined to breed the curvy woman who fuels his darkest fantasies…


It’s not breaking and entering when you use a key. Or feed his fish and water his house plants. I’m just being neighborly. That’s what you do in a small town like Courage County.

Sure, there are some people who try to scare me off from Roman, the savage mountain man. I know the rumors that swirl around him. He’s done hard time. He’s gruff and grumpy. He’s also…lonely. I don’t know how I know that. I just know that I do. Maybe that’s why I keep showing up at his place and doing nice things for him.

Except one day he comes home early and catches me in the act. Now the older mountain man is insisting that he’ll put a ring on my finger and his babies in my belly.


I’ve been obsessed with Gabby since the day I met her. The petite mechanic changes the oil and rotates the tires of my truck. But what I really want is to get under her hood because there’s only one thing those curves were built making babies.

But the curvy woman deserves better than a big brute like me. So I keep my distance until the day I can’t. The day I come home to find her cleaning up my place and making me a hot meal. It’s time to turn her into my dirty little housewife, so I can finally breed her sexy body.

If you love a dominant, filthy mountain man who’s determined to love (and breed) his curvy woman, it’s time to meet Roman in Bred 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!

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The sun is already high in the sky, baking the cement beneath my feet as I push the button for the bay door that leads from the auto shop. My brother and I own the auto garage in Courage County. You wouldn’t know that by his absence. Andy is rarely here, preferring to spend his days gambling and drinking rather than building our family’s namesake.

He’s twelve years older than me. He raised me after our parents died when I was just eight. He reminds me of this frequently, telling me I should be grateful for all he’s done for me.

Now that I’m twenty-one, I should leave him. I should let him figure out this disaster of a business himself. But the thought of losing my family’s legacy, of losing everything my parents have worked so hard for, makes my stomach hurt. I can’t stand the idea that I’ll lose the last piece of them.

My brother doesn’t seem to care about that. Andy keeps gambling and running games out of our little trailer on the edge of town. It’s bad enough that what he does is illegal. Lately, the clientele has gotten rougher, meaner.

The locks on my door wake me as opportunistic men check to see if they work. They’ve held for now, but it’s getting to the point where I can’t sleep. I know one day someone won’t bother with the doorknob. They’ll kick the flimsy door down, and I doubt my brother will protect me. I’ll be on my own.

The bay doors rise, interrupting my thoughts. The sight of a familiar rusted truck makes my heart skip a beat. I know exactly who that truck belongs to. I know who’s in the driver’s seat.

It’s Roman, a local man who lives in the mountains here. I’ve heard the rumors that swirl around him. He’s done hard time. He’s gruff and impatient. He also owns the most successful construction business in the southeast. But here’s what I know about him that no one else does: he’s lonely.

I don’t know how I know that. It’s something in his eyes, the pain he only lets me see. But loneliness isn’t the only thing I see in Roman’s eyes when he looks at me.

I also see hunger. It’s raw masculine energy. To a girl that’s as inexperienced as I am, it’s like a siren calling me to the rocks. I want to crash into the rocky shore that is Roman. If I go down with the ship, then so be it.

I gesture for him to move his vehicle forward and step into the tiny booth where we keep our paperwork.

I reach for one of the little mints in the candy dish. People think it’s for the customers. It’s for me, so I can grab a quick breath mint whenever I see Roman coming in. Admittedly, he comes in a lot. It’s always something with his truck.

Last week, it was the spark plugs. Before that, he needed the oil changed. These are tasks that I’m certain Roman could do himself. He’s not just big and strong, he’s also smart. Smart enough to run a million-dollar company. It’s another strike against us, another reason he probably hasn’t made a move.

Why would he? We’re not exactly well-matched. He’s all lean muscle and hard angles. I’m soft and curvy. He’s a successful businessman. I’m a struggling auto mechanic who’s always cleaning up her brother’s mess. Roman is older and more experienced. I’m young and well, the only person that’s ever touched me has been myself.

As Roman leaves the truck, the first things I see are his Oxford shoes. Size thirteen if I had to guess. This man is big. He’s hulking, towering over everyone in town. I know what those Oxfords mean. It means he has client meetings today.

He’s wearing dark slacks and a white button-up. His hands are swollen, the knuckles twice the normal size. He struggled to put on the shirt. The knowledge makes my chest ache. I hate the thought of proud, strong Roman struggling with anything.

Seeing him dressed so nicely makes me suddenly aware of how big and baggy my coveralls are. They’re my brother’s, so the size isn’t right. Would Roman ask me out if he saw me in a pretty dress without grease smeared on my hands? Would he finally notice that I’m a woman?

I open my mouth to ask him what I can do for him today and swallow spit from my mint. I strangle over it, wheezing out the words, “What does she need done?”

He frowns at me, but he makes no move to pat me on the back or even ask if I’m OK. I’m not surprised. Roman is aloof with everyone, other than a few friends that also live nearby on the mountain he calls home.

Sometimes, late at night, I wish I could have a crush on a different guy. Someone that struggles like me. Someone attainable.