Page 2 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend

With those fantasy men in my mind, I found a hidden store of new desires that have kept me happy and satisfied for awhile now.

But that is waning. I feel like I need something more. It’s taking longer for me to find that happy place where my heart races and my body flies out into the stratosphere, shattering with each wave of pleasure washing over me.

But I’ve never felt the touch of a man. Never felt him move inside me, fill me to the brim with his own release and strum my clit until I close my eyes and scream his name in an earth-shattering cry that pierces the stillness of my quiet, lonely bedroom in my cabin outside of town.

But that article? That gives me hope. And I read that article and follow the link to the website.

A website that promises an encounter with your perfect book boyfriend.

And I fill out the form and then take a deep breath, sending it out there into the universe and the ether that is the tech world, wondering if I’ll ever hear anything from this company.

It’s probably just wishful thinking on my part but I feel like this could be the start of a wonderful experience for me. A dream that I can hold onto for the rest of my lonely life and pull out to give me the fantasy to sustain me.

That somebody wants me. If only for a brief amount of time.

CHAPTER 2

Cord

You’ve been matched.

I honestly never thought I was going to see those words. I signed up for the program forever ago and then every time I checked…nothing.

But now that I’ve given up hope? I’ve got a match. And she wants to meet me. She’s on her way here.

Well, not my place. But a small cabin near here that I rented and sent her the directions to get to. Because I don’t care whether I’ve been matched with her, she’s been vetted by the company or not. If she recognizes me right off the bat, I don’t want her knowing where I live.

My phone rings and I sigh, picking it up after two rings, right before my voicemail picks up.

“Yes, Audrey. I’m almost done. I’ve done my first round of read-throughs and I’ll be sending it to you tonight.”

She takes a deep breath and mutters, “Well, thank God, you’ve finally gotten around to actually getting it done. I was starting to think you were gonna miss your first deadline, Cord.”

“I wasn’t cutting it that close,” I mutter under my breath. “There’s still a few days until I have to have it turned in.”

“But you’re usually done at least a month ahead of the deadline. This is the first one I’ve seen you get this close.”

“I’m tired, Audrey. I haven’t taken a break for even a vacation in almost seventeen years.” I’ve been writing since I graduated from college. I’m almost forty years old and I have never spent more than one night with a woman. I mean, I went to college. I’m not a virgin. But all I did was get my rocks off in college. There wasn’t a woman who made me take things to the next level. Who I really wanted to spend more time with than one night of pleasure.

“I know, Cord. But this is your job. You can’t let yourself lose focus like this. You’ve still got one more book on this contract and the last one didn’t do as well as the first two in the series.”

“Maybe horror isn’t doing as well as it used to.”

“Well, I can tell you that romance is on the uptick just like it always is. But horror is holding its own. There is no reason that your book, Demon Nights, should have fallen so hard in the ratings.”

“I wrote my book just like I always do. I didn’t do anything different.”

Maybe that’s the problem. Same formula, same kind of story. I didn’t have any more surprises in me. It all felt so structured. Nothing was new.

But now I had something new to look forward to.

“When are you starting this last book?”

I snort. “Give me a break, Audrey. I just finished this one. I think I deserve a bit of a vacation. I’m leaving for a week. I’ll be back in a week and then I’ll start the new book.”

“What? You never go anywhere. You’ll be answering your phone right? If I need something.”

“You’re not going to need anything that damn much, Audrey. It can wait until I come back home. I mean it. I’m not answering my phone, Audrey. This is my time. My chance to recharge.”

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