High Octane Heroes—the name says it all! A wonderful collection of diverse stories with one thing in common: full-blown alpha male love interests. These are tales of irresistible he-men, hot-blooded and ready for action. And these guys also know how to love. They’re not afraid to show their softer side—but only to the right woman…
So who is that woman? For every High Octane Hero featured in the anthology, there’s a woman who catches his attention or captures his heart. Some of these are true damsels in distress, in need of rescue by the man of their dreams. But some of them are strong, independent women who are in total control of their lives and don’t need a man to lead the way. Surely they don’t want rescuing…?
Well, I believe there are moments when we all do!
So, what sort of heroine did I pick for my story in the collection, “Mountain Man?” Ah… Melody. She’s certainly in need of rescue and she’d be the first to admit that the predicament in which she finds herself is totally of her own making.
Here’s how the story opens:
“Hi, my name’s Melody and I’m one of those idiots you see on the news reports…”
You know the type of idiots I mean? The man that nearly drowns when he falls through ice trying to save the dog that isn’t in danger. The family that go out to sea in an inflatable toy raft. The old lady who drives twenty miles down the freeway in the wrong direction without noticing the cars piling up around her. Those idiots.
And now, because of what happened up in the mountains last weekend, I’m one of them too. So I’m going to tell you exactly what happened and perhaps you’ll avoid making those same mistakes and looking like a fool. You see, I’m the idiot that went up the mountain in trainers, without a map. That idiot.
Right from the start it was my fault. It was my idea to go hiking in the late autumn and it was me who persuaded Frankie to come, when it was obviously against her better judgment. It was me who left the map in the trunk of the car and it was me who couldn’t be bothered to dig out my hiking boots. Frankie didn’t even have any, walking not being her thing, but I told her trainers would be fine; we’d stick to the paths…
Here are some of the lessons that I learnt.
- Just because it’s sunny in the morning, it doesn’t mean it’s going to stay that way.
- Fog can come down real fast on a mountain.
- Trainers offer no support to ankles.
- Paths can vanish abruptly.
- Shorts do not keep you warm.
- Blundering on when you can’t see where you’re going can lead to accidents.
Now I know those things.
Luckily for Melody and her friend Frankie, there’s a High Octane Hero around to save the day—and I don’t think I’m giving anything away by telling you that. After all, it says so on the cover of the book!
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.