Master of the Mountain
[[ Reprint ]] When Rebecca’s lover talks her into a mountain lodge vacation with his swing club, she soon learns she’s not cut out for playing musical beds. But with her boyfriend “entertaining” in their cabin, she has nowhere to sleep. Logan, the lodge owner, finds her freezing on the porch. After hauling her inside, he warms her in his own bed, and there the experienced Dominant discovers that Rebecca might not be a swinger…but she is definitely a submissive.
Rebecca knows that no one can love her plump, scarred body. But, to her surprise, Logan disagrees and is quite happy to show her just how much he enjoys her curves. Under his skilled hands, Rebecca loses not only her inhibitions, but also her heart.
Damaged from the war, Logan considers himself too dangerous to be around the enticing little sub. He sends her away for her own safety, not realizing she thinks she’s been rejected because of her size. When Logan’s mountains echo with her voice long after she’s gone, he knows she’s left behind part of herself—and taken his heart. But when he arrives in the city to reclaim her, Rebecca’s phone has been disconnected and her apartment is empty…
- Pages
- 255
- First published
- January 1, 2009
- Language
- English
- Edition
- Ebook
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Reviews
Finished November 18, 2025
I loved how the story started, but then it fell off for me. The setting at the mountain lodge was also great. The romance just didn't connect with me; I felt it was more about being in a dom/sub relationship than any kind of romantic love. I liked Logan more at the beginning then I did at the end. Rebecca's insecurities, though understandable, felt like it was brought up constantly. Even though Logan constantly reassured her with words and actions that he found her beautiful and desirable (and other men also showed interest in her as well), they never seemed to lessen or make her any more comfortable with her body. Though the book was well written, it was not for me.
