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  But she knows it’s a half-truth. Heaven understands me, at my core. She sees me as more than a man. She sees me as her protector, her guardian. The one true thing that will never leave her side.

  “You have something else on your mind,” she insists.

  “Is that so?” I ask, lacing my fingers with hers, ready to get out of this building and back to our cabin. To our bed.

  “Mmhmm, because I’m thinking it too.”

  “Then guess we’d better get going.”

  She grins, rubbing her pregnant belly. “Can we stop for ice cream first? This baby is greedy.”

  “Anything for you, Sweet One.” I kiss her there, on the steps of her high school, knowing she isn’t too young for me anymore

  No, Heaven is just right.

  “I love you,” I tell her.

  She smacks my ass, then pulls me to the truck. Once we’re inside the cab, she looks over at me. “If that’s the case, if you love me so much, then maybe you can let me suck your cock while we drive to get my ice cream cone?”

  My cock groans at the idea, the thought so fucking hot. Her unzipping my jeans, sucking me off as I drive to get her a creamy cone. Damn, she’ll be licking that too. My cock strains against the denim at the idea of it.

  I shake my head, a grin on my fucking face. My wife is always surprising me and making me more than a happy man.

  She made me her mountain Daddy, and she is my baby girl, all grown up.

  Epilogue Two

  Heaven

  Ten Years Later…

  The cabin is overfilled with people, it always is. Thank goodness my mountain daddy is building us a new house before the twins arrive. The addition he built a few years back, no longer fits our brood.

  I run a hand over my slightly swollen belly, as the children run circles around me, Whiskey, Jr. chasing after them, as I try to hang laundry on the line. An old-fashioned choice, but the clothes and sheets smell so much better with the mountain air drying them through.

  I see Hawkin in the distance with a hired crew. They are putting on roofing today, and I see my strong, capable husband laying shingles.

  “You need a snack?” I ask the children. A chorus of yes Mama’s fill the air and my little tribe follows me into the cabin to get a snack.

  They pile onto the benches, and I smile as I put crackers and cheese on a plate. It’s been one baby after the other and with the twins on the way, I don’t think this little clan of ours is slowing any time soon.

  Asher is nine.

  Lucy is eight.

  Lindy is six.

  Christopher is five.

  Georgina is four.

  Luke is two.

  Samantha is one.

  And these twins, well, they have another five months to grow.

  My heart fills with love as I pour them glasses of milk, fresh from the dairy. They go to school—at least the older ones do—but it’s summer now, which means lazy days reading aloud chapter books, long walks to the creek, splashing and trying to catch tadpoles and frogs. Their papa will fire up the grill at night, and we eat like kings, fresh corn on the cob and freshly caught trout if the boys made it to the lake.

  “You okay, Mama?” Asher asks. “You look like you could use a rest. Papa says you need to take breaks.”

  “Yeah, Mama,” Lucy agrees. “You should sit in the rocker while we have our snack.”

  I kiss the top of their heads, taking a glass of sun-kissed ice tea to the rocker, putting up my feet on the footrest and taking a long sigh.

  My babes are so good at hearing their papa’s words, and as if on cue, Hawkin walks into our little cabin, sweaty from hard work, with dirt on his hands. He comes over and kisses me deeply, apologizing for the mess.

  I want to linger in the kiss but know there is a time and place for everything. Still, my cheeks grow rosy and warmth spreads through me. I know that I’m a mother now, but when it’s just the two of us, Hawkin and me, we love to play the game that brought us together. No matter how large our brood grows, I will always be his baby girl and he will always be my Daddy.

  “You feeling okay, baby?” he asks. Before I answer, he excuses himself to wash his hands. I hear him in the kitchen, washing up in the sink, then watch from the living room as he walks around the table. He dries his hand off by tousling the kids’ hair, sending them in a fit of giggles as their papa gives them the attention they deserve. “It’s hot out there today,” he says, pouring himself a glass of iced tea and then returning to where I am in the living room. “Sorry, babe, I left the room before you answered. How are you feeling today?”

  “I’m good. I actually have a lot of energy today.”

  He comes up behind the rocker at those words. Leaning down, he whispers in my ear. “Enough energy to play later on, after the kids go to bed?”

  I nod, looking over at the table. The kids are distracted by the snack and not paying us any mind.

  “In fact,” I tell my husband, “maybe I will knock on the bedroom door.”

  He frowns. “Why is that?”

  Whispering I answer, “We could pretend there’s a snowstorm, and that I need a place to stay.”

  He grins. “Before I’ll let you in,” he growls in my ear, “you’ll have to give me a curtsy and promise to be a good girl.”

  I swat him away, knowing if he keeps talking like that I’ll be too flustered to finish the day's chores.

  “I love you,” I say.

  And Hawkin simply kisses my cheek. “I love you more, Heaven.” Simple words, but they fill my heart to the brim.

  My handsome mountain daddy always knows how to make me feel like the only woman in the world.

  The End

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  Claimed By The Mountain Man

  PROLOGUE

  EVERLY

  Grabbing the Prosecco from the fridge, Everly finds three mason jars, pops the cork, and divvies up the bubbly. The goal tonight is to forget the reality of the situation she and her two best friends have found themselves in.

  Homeless. Jobless. Boy-less.

  Champagne will certainly help the cause.

  “Is that the last bottle?” Delta asks, as Everly balances all three glasses in her hands and walks back into the living room.

  Everly moans as she delivers the drinks. She’s wearing her hair in a messy bun and her nerd-girl glasses contribute to her low-key appearance. But tonight she isn’t acting low-key. Tonight she is dramatic and drunk.

  A dangerous pairing for any twenty-two-year-old woman.

  “The state of my checking account was so depressing I was like, eff it, and bought two more bottles,” she says.

  “That’s what I love about you, Everly,” Delta snorts. “You’re just so damn responsible.” She takes the glass from Everly’s hand and sets it on the coffee table before screwing the cap back on a bottle of eco-friendly nail polish. She’s just painted daisies on her big toes, as if declaring herself the ultimate flower child. Her long hair and boho dress complete the look. She’s a vegan, through and through, and living in Portland, Oregon makes her lifestyle easy.

  Clinking the rims of their glasses, Everly takes a long sip. “I know, it’s hard to be such a put-together adult, but somebody has to do it.” She smirks, knowing she’s anything but put-together.

  “No, but like, for reals, what are we going to do?” Amelia, who is braiding her hair, asks. She’s in ratty sweats and a tank top, but she gets a pass considering Derrick, her boyfriend of four years, just broke up with her. “I mean, all of us were legit counting on staying at Derrick’s summer house for the next three months. Now we’re going to get kicked out of here in a week. Then what?”

  “Calm down. It’s all going to work out,” Everly tells her, not believing the words herself, but knowing Amelia needs the affirmation—considering she’s the one recovering from an unexpected break-up.

  Everly falls onto the couch, squeezing between her two best friends. They all take drinks of the bubbly, each lamenting their own
personal hell.

  They aren’t exactly on top of the world. And they feel deceived. The entire universe led them to believe that if they went to college they would be grown-ups. But here they are, all three of them a week out of Oregon State College, with no job prospects, no boyfriends, and—apparently—no housing.

  “This sucks,” Amelia says, her head falling on Everly’s shoulder. “Why didn’t a career counselor ever mention the fact that a Fine Arts degree wouldn’t help me? All it did was teach me that I’m more of a hobbyist in terms of creating visual masterpieces. Like, I can legit scrapbook, but that isn’t a job.”

  “Um, sweetie,” Delta says, “my degree is in Hospitality. There are literally no jobs for me.”

  “You can be a hotel desk clerk,” Everly suggests.

  “Yeah, except I didn’t need a degree for that, and it won’t offer me health insurance or pay my student loans. It’s not realistic.”

  “I know,” Everly says. “Even if I sold a story to some magazine, I’d make what—fifty bucks if I was lucky? And I can’t afford to sit here and write the next great American novel. That won’t pay any of the bills.”

  Everly thought a degree in English Literature would help her become a writer, but so far she’s only completed a few short stories about her life as a college student. Not exactly inspiring.

  “At this point I would do anything to stop feeling so out of control. I just want a plan,” Amelia says. “I feel desperate.”

  “I’m not desperate, I’m just horny as hell. I haven’t been with someone in like, three months,” Delta moans. “I want a husband, someone to keep me warm at night and fuck me all day long.”

  “Then we should have gotten MRS degrees, not BAs,” Everly says, sighing into her champagne. “Not that I’m exactly ready for marriage.”

  Delta and Amelia both look at Everly, giving her puppy dog eyes. It’s no secret that she’s a virgin, and if anyone needs a man, it’s her.

  “What?” Everly shrugs. “I’m not holding out for Mr. Right. The problem is, I’m just never going to meet a guy who is okay with taking it slow.”

  “You don’t need to take it slow,” Amelia says. “You need a man who isn’t going to take no for an answer.”

  “I don’t need to take it slow, either,” Delta says. “I just want to take it, if you know what I mean.”

  Amelia shoves a pillow in Delta’s face. “Yes, we get it. You want to get laid. But on a more serious note, maybe there are new apartments on Craigslist?” Amelia suggests. “You know, since we’re getting evicted.”

  “Not evicted,” Everly reminds her. “It’s just we’re in campus housing. We have to go.”

  “Like, in a week.” Delta sighs. “This is dumb. Let’s do something bananas. Like, move to a commune. Or become Amish.”

  Noticing the now-empty glasses, Everly returns to the kitchen and brings back some more champagne. “I just want a nice house and a normal life. Nothing crazy, just something regular.”

  “With good sex,” Delta adds, winking. “And on that note, let’s look in the Help Wanted section with an open mind.” She opens her laptop. “At this point we don’t have many requirements.”

  “I just want to get out of this college town,” Amelia says. Forgoing a glass, she grabs the bottle from Everly’s hand and takes a swig. “I can’t handle it here,” she says, wiping her mouth. “There are way too many memories of Derrick and me in this town, and I need to move on. Stat.”

  Delta scrolls through the housing pages, and it’s more of what they’ve already seen. Tiny studios or massive houses requiring three months’ security deposit.

  “Hmmm.” Delta keeps clicking, but there are no new listings. Eventually she takes the bottle from Amelia and drinks before passing it to Everly.

  Everly follows suit, then sits between them once again, starting to feel more than a little tipsy.

  “There’s nothing,” Amelia moans.

  “Even if there were,” Everly adds, “it doesn’t matter. None of us have jobs. That’s priority number one.”

  “Tell me again why none of us have parents who can help out?”

  The three of them were roommates freshman year, and instantly bonded over the fact they’d all been raised by their grandparents. It was such a coincidence—it felt like destiny, and they had to stick together.

  And they always did, through thick and thin, for four years. They put Delta’s grandpa in assisted living, attended the funeral for Everly’s grandma and grandpa, and were there when Amelia’s grandma moved in with her older sister.

  They have family that love them, but not family that can support them, or even house them.

  It’s time they figure this out on their own.

  “Okay, go to the want ads,” Everly says, pointing at the tab on the screen.

  “Let’s see, here.” Delta takes another sip as the page loads.

  The three of them read the job descriptions, not one of them remotely appealing.

  Dog walker, ten hours a week.

  Editor, must be proficient in Dutch.

  Smoothie stand, pasties the required uniform.

  “Well, we could do that,” Delta says, laughing. “We all have decent racks.”

  “More than decent, but that doesn’t mean I could do it,” Everly says, frowning, knowing her looks have never been her problem.

  The problem is, she’s never had a real boyfriend because she always gets so nervous and shy around guys.

  “We’re all cute enough so the tips would be good,” Amelia says, considering the smoothie stand position. “But, it just seems so cold.” She covers her chest with her hands, cracking up.

  Okay, so they are definitely buzzed.

  “This is stupid.” Everly hovers her fingers over Delta’s keyboard. “Let’s try something totally different.”

  In the search bar, she types: pretty girls, college degrees, open-minded, need jobs.

  The first hit causes all three girls to tilt their heads to the side, and reach for the champagne, simultaneously.

  Huh.

  WANTED:

  MODERN MAIL ORDER BRIDES

  FOR ALASKAN MOUNTAIN MEN.

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  CLAIMED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  ORDERED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  WIFED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

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  Also by Frankie Love

  THE FRANKIE LOVE COLLECTION

  New Releases:

  #OBSESSED

  HOMEWARD

  The Sailor’s Secret Baby

  His Old Fashioned

  Dirty Cute

  The Mountain Man’s Muse

  The Mountain Man’s Cure

  The Mountain Man’s Babies:

  TIMBER

  BUCKED

  WILDER

  HONORED

  CHERISHED

  BUILT

  CHISELED

  HOMEWARD

  Six Men of Alaska:

  The Wife Lottery The Wife Protectors

  The Wife Gamble

  The Wife Code

  The Wife Pact

  The Wife Legacy

  MOUNTAIN MEN OF LINESWORTH:

  MOUNTAIN MAN CANDY

  MOUNTAIN MAN CAKE

  MOUNTAIN MAN BUN

  #OBSESSED

  Stand-Alone Romance:

  B.I.L.F.

  BEAUTY AND THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  HIS Everything

  HIS BILLION DOLLAR SECRET BABY

  UNTAMED

  RUGGED

  HIS MAKE BELIEVE BRIDE

  HIS KINKY VIRGIN

  WILD AND TRUE

  BIG BAD WOLF

  MISTLETOE MOUNTAIN: A MOUNTAIN MAN’S CHRISTMAS

  Our Virgin:

  Protecting Our Virgin

  Craving Our Virgin

  Forever Our Virgin

  F*ck Club:

  A-List F*ck Club

  Small Town F*ck Club

  Modern-Mail Order Brides:

>   CLAIMED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  ORDERED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  WIFED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  EXPLORED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  CROWN ME:

  COURTED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  CHARMED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  CROWNED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  CROWN ME, PRINCE: The Complete Collection

  Las Vegas Bad Boys:

  ACE

  KING

  MCQUEEN

  JACK

  Los Angeles Bad Boys:

  COLD HARD CASH

  HOLLYWOOD HOLDEN

  SAINT JUDE

  THE COMPLETE COLLECTION

  ❤️❤️❤️

  The Charlie Hart Collection

  Daughters of Olympus:

  Their Siren

  Their Mate

  Their Phoenix

  Their Shade

  Their Goddess

  About the Author

  Frankie Love writes sexy stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

  Find Frankie here:

  www.frankielove.net

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