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Frankie Love – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:18 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Frankie Love – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Stranded on the Prairie (The Original Mountain Man #3) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/stranded-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-3-read-online-frankie-love Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:18 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/stranded-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-3-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Frankie Love Series: The Original Mountain Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)

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Riley is a yoga teacher with a heart wide open and a suitcase full of crystals. When she wakes up in the wild, she’s lost… until Wyatt finds her.

He’s all grit and gravel—boots, beard, and a broken past. The kind of man who doesn’t believe in fate... until she crashes into his.

Now they’re stuck together. One bed. One fire. And one undeniable pull that changes everything.

🔥Time-travel, prairie-style

💥Free-spirited heroine meets guarded cowboy

💘Fate, heat, and second chances

Somewhere between the stars and the soil… she just might find her forever.

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CHAPTER 1

Riley

Idraw in a deep lungful of the clean Colorado air, close my eyes, and feel a smile cross my lips.

Ah. This is what I’ve been waiting for...

When I flick my gaze open again, I cast it around the gorgeous landscape surrounding me – the greenery that stretches on as far as I can see, punctuated by trees that look as though they have been standing there for centuries.

I can hear the rush of water just out of sight, the steady flow of it a far cry from the usual rush of traffic outside the windows of my yoga studio. Checking my phone, I make sure that I’m not too far from the path, and then cut down to scoop up some fresh water from the river and catch my breath.

Mom would have loved this.

The thought, as it so often does, crosses my mind without warning – I do my best to brush it aside.

Mom would have wanted me to enjoy it, too, without beating myself up over everything.

But either way, she’s not here, and I have to make the most of this little adventure that I can.

As I pick my way down the hill towards the rushing water below, I feel a little twinge at the thought of having to go back to the city when this is all over.

Not that there isn’t plenty there I love, of course. No oat milk lattes out here in the forest, that’s for sure. But there’s something about feeling the soft earth under your feet and breathing in the clean, unpolluted air and drinking deep from the ice-cold river water that makes me feel like I’ve been scrubbed out, right down to my soul.

I need to start doing this more often. Hey, maybe I could even start holding yoga retreats out here – a hike out to the hills, and then a few savasanas when we got up here in the setting sun...

I stoop down to fill my flask from the river, the bite of the water rushing over my hand, and wonder if anyone would actually sign up for something like that.

I mean, if I like it here, I have to think that there would be plenty of my students who feel the same way. The release of being in nature, even just for a little while, forces you to consider your breath in a way that being in the city⁠—

"Shit!” I cry out, my voice echoing around the small valley that the river runs through. My foot skids on a mossy rock, and my shoes slips beneath the water, soaking my socks with freezing water.

I reach a hand out to balance myself, but, before I can get my bearings, a sudden rush behind me draws my attention. My head whips around, and, just like that, I feel the weight of the water against my legs as they are knocked out from underneath me, sending my flask flying into the air.

The last thing I see before I hit the riverbed is my pack flopping just out of reach, and then, a second later, everything goes black.

I don’t know how long I am out for, but when I break the surface of the water again, I gasp for air, groping and coughing as I expell the chill from my lungs. My clothes are soaked to my skin, and the air prickles with a discomforting cold all of a sudden.

I tip my head back, looking to the sky above – the blue’s been replaced by a sudden, threatening gather of clouds. Shit, how long was I out for...?

I glance around for my pack, praying to everything good and pure that my phone didn’t get drenched in the fall – but I can’t see it anywhere.

Shivering, I scramble out of the river and climb on to a large rock for a better vantage point, looking around for some kind of explanation.

What the hell...?

Did it get washed downriver? I didn’t think it landed in the water, but maybe I managed to send it flying when I tripped. Oh, crap, I don’t know if I can find my way out without my phone. My sense of direction has always been terrible, and-

Suddenly, a chill wind rushes through the valley, and I wrap my arms around myself – it strikes me that, without my pack, in drenched clothes, in a place I don’t know well, I could be in trouble.

Heaving myself towards the bank, I drag myself back up towards the path. If I just follow it back down to where I came from, then I won’t be⁠—

Wait. The path is gone. Or, at least, I think it is. It’s certainly not where I remember it being, cutting between the tall trees and the emerald grass.

My brows knit together in a panic as I cast my gaze this way and that, but there’s no sign of it, not here, not anywhere...

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Found on the Prairie (The Original Mountain Man #4) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/found-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-4-read-online-frankie-love Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:16 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/found-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-4-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Frankie Love Series: The Original Mountain Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)

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She traded grading papers for prairie skies.

He thought he’d buried his heart with the harvest.

But when Kim time-travels into Cade’s rugged world, sparks fly—and not just from the fire he builds each night.

She's all words and wonder.

He’s all silence and soil.

But love doesn’t need permission—it finds you.

🕰️ Smart heroine out of time

🌾 Stoic farmer with a tender heart

🔥 Slow burn, deep feels, earth-shaking heat

💘 Love that rewrites her story

The prairie doesn’t just grow crops—it grows second chances

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Prologue

KIM

"Shit," I mutter to myself, as the car lets out another groan beneath me.

I hear a crack from the front of the vehicle, and a puff of dark smoke snorts out from under the hood.

My heart sinks. Just my luck...

I manage to pull my little beat-up old Mini to the side of the road before it gives out entirely, the coolant hissing loudly as I scramble out and plant my hands on my hips to survey the damage.

It’s not exactly what I was hoping for, coming out here like this, but then, nothing has exactly run as I’d thought it would these last few weeks.

I run a hand through my hair and pop the trunk to pull out the toolkit I stashed in there the day before last, when I left Denver and headed out to the hills to clear my head.

Not exactly the most sensible way to deal with a break-up, but then, when you walk in on your boyfriend making out with one of your graduate students on the couch, it’s not like anyone could blame you for reacting the way you did.

My heart pangs when the memory hits me once more – the way that I froze when I walked through the door to our apartment, the look on his face as he glanced up at me with sheer horror in his eyes as it clicked that he had finally been busted.

Natalie, for her part, had the decency to scramble her clothes back on and flee while she muttered out a million apologies to me, but I could hardly take any of it in, the ringing in my ears too insistent to ignore.

My boyfriend. Cheating on me. If I hadn’t come back from that seminar early, I would never have found out. He’s tried to convince me a million times over that I’m crazy for thinking that it had happened before.

I should’ve trusted my gut – we might have moved in together the year before, but that was likely just his way of trying to throw me off the scent and keep me from putting the pieces together.

God only knows how much screwing around he has been getting up to – telling the girls that I’m too focused on work to give him the attention he needs, as though he’s not a grown-ass man capable of taking care of himself...

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remind myself that I have come here to blow off some steam, not to linger on the assholery that Colton subjected me to. My tenure at the college I’ve been teaching English Lit at has come to an end anyway, so it’s not like I have anything to keep me tied down – packing my stuff up into my car, I took off to the mountains in the hopes that the fresh air would go some way to salving the pain in my guts from everything that has gone down between us.

Only, of course, for my car to break down on the side of the road. I should have had it looked over before I came out here, and I can see that now, but the thought of spending another second in that place was too much to bear.

And now I’m paying the price.

I flip open the toolbox and frown as I examine what I’ve got inside. Not like I know much of what to do with it, anyway...

I reach for my phone, figuring that I’d be better off calling some roadside repair place than trying to deal with all of this myself – but I have no signal out here in the woods. Of course I don’t. I came out here to get away from everything, didn’t I? That includes phone coverage too, I guess...

I sigh as I head off down the road a little, holding my phone high above me in the hopes that I will be able to catch something in the way of a signal. I don’t know how long it will take for someone to get out here and put me out of my car-trouble misery, but I guess I don’t have any choice but to wait. I take another step forward, head tilted back to look up at my phone, and-

And I sprawl forward, my foot catching on a rock and my phone flying out of my hand as I tumble towards the ground.

I cry out, throwing my hands out in front of me to try and brace for the impact, but I land hard, my knees unprotected by the shorts I have on and skinning to a bloody mess. My hands ache, and, when I flip them over to check the damage, I groan when I see that they’re scuffed-up too.

As if today couldn’t get any worse...

I lift my head to figure out exactly where my phone made it to. But, as I scan the area in front of me – I find that there is nothing there.

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Rough Hands on the Prairie (The Original Mountain Man #1) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/rough-hands-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-1-read-online-frankie-love Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:52:18 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/rough-hands-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-1-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Authors: Frankie Love Series: The Original Mountain Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)

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After a breakup and a breakdown, June strips down and slips into an alpine lake, hoping to rinse off the mess of her life. Instead, she surfaces in a world that isn’t hers—a world without phones, without rules… and with a man who looks like he walked straight out of a fever dream.

Elias is all grit and growl, with hands built for work and a body made for sin. He lives by the land, trusts no one, and sure as hell doesn’t know what to do with a naked woman who just fell into his life—swearing, shivering, and too soft for this world.

She’s modern. He’s original.
And when survival forces them to share a cabin—and a bed—their connection burns hot and fast, all instinct and no apologies.

But this isn’t just a fling in the forest.
Because the past has teeth.
And love like this carves its mark deep.

💥 Time-travel with no way back
🔥 “Only one bed” survival heat
🥵 Grumpy, guarded mountain man who worships her body
🪓 Cabin-core + prairie-core + portal fantasy smut
💘 A heroine who finds more than love—she finds where she truly belongs

Welcome to the Colorado frontier, where fate is feral, love is lawless, and the original mountain man is ready to claim what's his

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CHAPTER 1

June

The sun beats down on my face, sweat beading on my brow, my hair clinging to my cheeks.

God, I really need to cool down.

I pause, pulling a canteen from my bag and taking a long swig. The water hits the spot. I sigh. Hydrate or die, right? I’m always reminding my blog readers to bring more water than they think they’ll need—but I might’ve underestimated it myself today.

Planting a foot on a rock near the river, I stare down at the water.

Could I get away with a quick dip?

It’s not like many people hike this trail—especially not mid-summer. The Colorado Rockies aren’t exactly known for being tourist-friendly, and this far out? It’s just me, the trees, and the buzz of dragonflies.

A swim would be heaven. Just a quick dunk. In and out before midday.

Decision made, I scramble down the rocky hillside toward the river. Birds tweet their commentary from the trees, but I ignore them. I pull out my phone to snap a few pics—sunlight glittering on the water, the wild edges of this forgotten place. I need something stunning for my next post.

But the real magic of a trail like this?

Putting the damn phone down and disappearing.

I toss my pack aside, along with my phone. This part? It’s not for the blog. This is just for me. My followers know everything—my van, my fire-cooking tips, my favorite ways to stay safe on solo hikes—but this little rebellion? Skinny-dipping in a remote mountain river?

This part stays mine.

One last glance toward the trail. No one’s coming.

I unzip my jacket, kick off my shoes, and strip fast—before I can lose my nerve. A wicked buzz shivers through me. I’ve always had a defiant streak, the kind that refuses to stay quiet or behave. It’s what drove me to the road in the first place. And yeah—skinny-dipping in the Rockies? Sounds exactly like the kind of dumb, free thing I’d do.

The cool air kisses my bare skin. Goosebumps rise.

I dip a toe in the water and squeal—it’s freezing.

Still, I slide to the edge of a flat rock, close my eyes as sunlight dances over the surface, and slip under.

The shock of the cold nearly steals my breath—in the best way.

Every bit of road dust, regret, and burnout washes off my skin. I dunk my head under, resurfacing with a gasp, blinking at the sky. No one around. No sound but birdsong and rushing water.

I’m not done yet.

I swim into a still pocket of the river, a quiet little cove where the water eddies gently. The cold seeps through me, bone-deep and cleansing. It feels like a baptism I didn’t ask for but desperately needed.

Sunlight filters through the trees. Shadows dance across the rocks.

And for one suspended moment… everything stops.

Like the earth took a snapshot.

Just for me.

I smile, dunk again, and swim farther out⁠—

And when I come up, something’s wrong.

It takes a moment to click. Everything looks the same—same rocks, same trees, same birdsong. But there’s something off. The air feels heavier. The silence feels different.

I run my hands through my hair, slick it back, blink the water from my lashes⁠—

And freeze.

My backpack is gone.

My heart slams against my ribs.

I scan the riverbank, panic rising. Maybe I left it somewhere else? Maybe I’m disoriented?

But no. It’s gone. The spot where I left it is empty. My pulse spikes.

Shit.

Someone must have taken it. But how? Who could’ve snuck in and out while I was swimming?

"Hello?" I call out, voice bouncing off the rocks.

Nothing.

I glance toward the rock where I left my clothes—also empty.

Okay. Now I’m really screwed.

My breath catches. I part my lips to shout again—but stop myself.

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Tamed on the Prairie (The Original Mountain Man #2) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/tamed-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-2-read-online-frankie-love Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:52:17 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/tamed-on-the-prairie-the-original-mountain-man-2-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Novella Authors: Frankie Love Series: The Original Mountain Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)

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She fell through a portal.

He’s been alone too long.

Now they’re stuck on the frontier—with only one bed and no way back.

Cora's a modern midwife. Boone’s a widowed cowboy.

She didn’t mean to land in 1870s Colorado…

But he sure as hell means to keep her.

🔥 Broody homesteader

💥 Time travel romance

💘 Prairie-core smut vibes

Welcome to the wild west, sweetheart

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CHAPTER 1

Cora

Dragging a hand over my forehead, I wipe away the sweat that has pooled on my skin since I set out on the trail earlier this morning.

It’s still quiet enough that I haven’t run into anyone, thank God.

The thought of looking someone else in the eyes right now, of admitting the depths of guilt and shame that are twisting in my guts at that moment, it’s...it’s more than I can take.

It’s the whole reason I came out here in the first place – the depths of Colorado, somewhere I won’t be haunted by the sterile memories of what happened on that maternity ward the month before last.

It doesn’t matter how many times they tell me that it’s normal, that I shouldn’t feel guilty, that there’s nothing more I could have done.

But I do. The guilt gnaws at me.

No matter what I try to tell myself or how I try to frame it, I know that there was a mother who walked out of my ward without the child she had spent so long looking forward to.

The thought snags on my mind again, sending a shock of discomfort through my system. I can still remember the wail of agony that she let out when we told her that we weren’t going to be able to bring her little one to her.

She'd suffered a stillbirth, and, despite our best efforts, we couldn’t revive the child. It wasn’t the first time something had gone wrong in that ward, but it was the first time I felt so utterly, completely helpless in the face of the pain someone else was going through.

I’d worked as a midwife for years, and, of course, I’d known there would be difficult aspects of the job. They had done their best to train us for that, but the actual reality of being confronted with it is entirely different.

And I am only just starting to understand that. I can’t undo the hurt that woman feels, and I can’t find some way to draw her baby back from the brink.

No, I just need to accept that I failed...

And I can’t. I don’t know what I thought a hike out here might do to change things, but I had to try something. I’d tried to go back to work, but my distractedness and the constant reminder of everything that had happened had been too much for me to take.

Iris, the ward head, had insisted I take some time off to clear my head. It happens to all of us, she had assured me, as she had pulled me into a huge hug. We need some time to ourselves, once in a while...

I had resisted it at first, but eventually, I had packed up my car and driven out to my native Colorado to spend some time in the wilderness here. Somewhere as far removed from the hospital as I can find. Somewhere that feels as though it belongs to another world entirely.

The dark wood of the trees dappling sunlight along the ground, the scent of overturned earth in the air. The old paths that wind between the trunks from generation to generation marking them out time and time again.

It’s better than being back on the ward, but that doesn’t mean that I have forgotten anything-

And then, all at once, a noise catches my attention. For a moment, I think I must be imagining it, some vestige of what I left behind still clinging to the back of my head. Because it sounds...

It sounds like a baby crying.

The kind of crying that indicates something is really, really wrong. A cold flush crosses my cheeks, even amidst the heat.

What the hell...?

And there it is again, this time, unmistakable.

My heart skips a beat. There are animals who make noises that can sound like those of a baby, right? It could just be that. But I’ve spent enough time out here to know the difference, and something tells me that this isn’t just some fox trying to get the attention of unsuspecting prey.

Cutting off the path is a bad idea and I know it, but, nonetheless, I hook my bag over my shoulder and make my way into the woods. I call out a couple of times, trying to make out what is going on out there, but hear nothing in return – nothing.

Nothing that is, apart from the sound of crying filling the air, over and over again.

It drifts on the breeze like something from a bad dream, and the lump in my throat grows larger and larger with every step.

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Their Sweet Haven (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #6) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/their-sweet-haven-the-men-of-evergreen-mountain-6-read-online-frankie-love Wed, 30 Oct 2024 13:03:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/their-sweet-haven-the-men-of-evergreen-mountain-6-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Frankie Love Series: The Men of Evergreen Mountain Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)

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Welcome to Evergreen Valley – where the mountains are high, the men are hotter, and love is just around the corner.

Hannah Lee is the queen of cupcakes, with her bakery at the heart of town—and her heart locked tight. But when Elias Lawson, the city’s too-hot-to-handle health inspector, struts in with his clipboard and a wicked grin, he’s ready to turn her world upside down.

He’s here to inspect her bakery, but all he can think about is tasting something sweet—and it’s not just her famous brownies.

With his smoldering good looks and smooth-talking charm, Elias is about to prove that rules were made to be broken. Especially when the sparks between them burn hotter than the ovens in the back.

Can Hannah keep her cool, or will this big-city heartthrob tempt her into something deliciously dangerous?

Small town girl meets city boy

Opposites attract

Forced proximity

Workplace romance

Sassy heroine, alpha hero

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ONE

hannah

I love baking.

I grew up with it. Countless memories with my mother, my aunts, my grandmother, all over a hot oven, creating such delicious and sweet treats.

It’s become my life’s work, and some would say I have a dream job, being surrounded by sweets and all the joy they bring.

Except it’s still a job. And the Sweet Stoppe is still a business.

So I’m in the back, hunched over a laptop with a bunch of spreadsheets open and doing all the business expenses to make sure I don’t make any sudden bad financial decisions.

It’s not like the bakery is living on the edge. It’s always made a tidy little profit, more than enough for me to live on.

But the books are still stuff that has to be managed, and I have to decide what special recipes keep getting made, and which go back into the recipe rolodex, retired for a few years and that I may bring back later to see if tastes have changed.

A knock sounds on my door and I shoot my eyes up over the laptop. The door isn’t closed, but Lavender is just the type to be that considerate. “You got a moment, Hannah?”

“I always got a moment for you, Lavender,” I smirk.

Lavender’s a bit of an outlier when it comes to most of the folks in Evergreen Valley. She’s going around with purple - she’d call it lavender - hair and looks amazed at everything around her. Possibly because she’s not originally from here or anywhere like here. This rich city girl just wandered into my bakery one day and asked for a job, and I couldn’t think of a good reason not to hire her.

She’s been one heck of a hand in the year or so since. A lot has changed for her in that time, such as finding love, getting married, and the very, incredibly large round bump that she’s been carrying around for the past couple of months. She approaches my desk very delicately and takes a seat. “I got some bad news for you, Hannah.”

“It’s finally time to take your maternity leave?”

Lavender is slightly surprised by my words. “Uh, yes. How did you know?”

I gesture toward her abdomen.

“Oh, right. But maybe I wanted to work as much as possible. Some women do that, you know.”

“Some do. But I’d feel ashamed of myself as a boss if I let someone so pregnant work until their water broke.”

She lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a hassle for you.”

“You’re not a hassle. What do you think I hired Melanie for?”

“To help run the bakery?”

“So that you could take off without feeling guilty that you’re putting me in a bad spot.”

Lavender’s shoulders sink, she seems a bit relieved by my words. “Thank you, Hannah. You’re the sweetest boss I could hope for.”

“Well, I do deal in the sweet,” I say, my smirk growing.

“I think I got two weeks before I have to take off," she says.

“Take off when you need to, Lavender. But I won’t say no to any help you can give me.”

I finish off the work I need to do on the laptop and close it. The two of us get up and go out to the counter, where my new hire, Melanie, is tending to the register.

She’s just come back from college, and has that ‘What am I going to do with my life?’ phase that we all have, and I think it’s especially worse as someone who’s gone to college and comes back to a small town.

“Four dollars, sir,” she says to the man across from her.

“Oh, let me get my wallet.” The doddering old man who is my current customer was Ben, who ran the local gas station. Evergreen Valley was the kind of small town where everyone knows everyone, and there’s usually only one gas station and one Chinese restaurant; and up until recently? One bakery.

Ben paid for his muffin and took the scent in. This is his routine. He’s here at 10 am every morning. If you want to get gas without your credit card at that point? Tough cookies, Ben needed his breaks. We always made sure to have a fresh one ready for him with how punctual he is.

He takes a bite. “Oh, this is heaven. This is what gets me out of bed every day.”

“That sounds awfully depressing,” Melanie says.

I glance at her with scorn, silently telling her not to judge the customers.

Ben cradles his muffin. “Your muffins are just that good. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Thank you, Hannah.”

He takes his leave, heading out the front door, until another semi-familiar face makes his way in. This one is in a suit and about half Ben’s age. Arguably, he’s twice as pathetic, though. He clears his throat. “Hannah Lee of Hannah’s Sweet Stoppe?”

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His Mansion (Sheltered by Him #2) Read Online Frankie Love http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-mansion-sheltered-read-online-him-2-read-online-frankie-love Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-mansion-sheltered-read-online-him-2-read-online-frankie-love Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Frankie Love Series: Sheltered by Him Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 19
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He saved her once... Now he’ll claim her forever.

When billionaire Nathan Blackwell rescues Isabella from a disastrous date, she’s thrust into a world of power, luxury, and undeniable passion. He’s possessive, protective, and determined to make her his. But Isabella’s life isn’t simple—her past is messy, and she’s sure she doesn’t belong in Nathan’s world.

Nathan doesn’t care. She’s his, and he’ll stop at nothing to prove it—no matter what it takes.

Get ready for a high-heat, possessive romance with a protective alpha hero and the woman he’ll do anything to claim.

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Teaser “You’re mine, Isabella. No one will ever hurt you again—not while I’m here.”“How can you not see the truth? You are enough, just as you are.”“I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. You’re everything to me.”“You’re going to squirt for me... but not yet. Not until I say.”“I want you forever. Marry me, Isabella. Be mine, always.”“You’re carrying my child. You and our baby... you’re both all mine.”“Let me take care of you, princess. You deserve to be worshipped.”

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one

ISABELLA

I sit across from Matthew, watching him talk over me like I’m not even here. His voice is smooth, but every word that spills out of his mouth grates against my nerves. This restaurant feels suffocating, too expensive for someone like me. The chandelier above glitters like the life I’ll never have, and the fancy place settings make me more uncomfortable than impressed.

Matthew’s words blur as I stare at my lap, trying to quiet the anxiety that’s been buzzing inside me since this morning. The break-in at my apartment was the last straw. I don’t have anywhere else to go, and now, my only refuge—the tiny space I’ve been calling home—is tainted with fear.

I’m stuck. And now I’m here with a man who makes me feel small. Why did I agree to this date?

I glance around the room, desperate for something—anything—to distract me from the knot tightening in my chest.

And then I see him.

Sitting at the bar, alone, a man with dark hair and broad shoulders. His presence is like a storm cloud, drawing attention without trying. He’s dressed in a crisp suit, but there’s nothing stiff about the way he carries himself. He’s powerful, with an air of control that makes everyone else fade into the background. His gaze is intense, locked on me like he’s seeing right through the facade I’ve tried to maintain all night.

I can’t look away. The room seems to disappear, and for a moment, it’s just me and him.

But then Matthew’s voice pulls me back to reality. "You should be grateful I even brought you here," he sneers, his words dripping with arrogance.

Before I can respond, the man from the bar is standing right beside us. He’s even more striking up close—tall, muscular, with a face that looks like it was carved from stone. His dark eyes are focused entirely on me, and I feel something unfamiliar stir inside me. Safety. He feels like safety.

"She’s done with you," he says, his voice calm but commanding.

Matthew bristles. "And who the hell do you think you are?"

The man doesn’t even glance at him. His eyes stay on mine, and something inside me breaks free. "I’m the man who’s taking her away from this."

He holds out his hand, and I take it without a second thought. His grip is firm, reassuring, and I let him lead me out of the restaurant, Matthew’s protests fading into the background.

Outside, a sleek black car is waiting, the door already open. I hesitate, glancing up at the stranger who just pulled me out of a situation I didn’t know how to escape. I should be scared. I don’t know him. But I can’t go back to my apartment tonight. I can’t face the shattered window and the fear of being alone.

“I’m Nathan,” he tells me.

“I’m Isabella.”

“Where do you live?” he asks.

"I—I can’t go back to my apartment," I whisper, my voice breaking. "There was a break-in... I don’t... I don’t feel safe there anymore."

His expression softens, just slightly. "You won’t have to. You’re safe with me now."

I slide into the car, the luxury of it wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. Nathan tells the driver to head home, before sliding in next to me. The door closes behind him. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s something in his gaze that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.

NATHAN

From the moment I saw her walk into the restaurant with that man, I knew she didn’t belong with him. Her nervous glances, the way she fidgeted with her hands, the way her eyes seemed to dart around the room as if she were looking for an escape—it all told me everything I needed to know. She was out of place in his world, but more than that, she was uncomfortable. Scared.

And beautiful. God, she is beautiful. Soft blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, pale skin that looks so delicate, like I could bruise her with a touch. Her dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and my gaze lingering on the swell of her full breasts, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she takes shallow breaths.

But it isn’t just her body that captivates me—it is the vulnerability in her eyes. She lookslike she is one wrong move away from breaking. And I want to be the one to make sure that doesn’t happen.

I’ve seen men like him before—entitled, smug, thinking they can buy anything they want, including women. But she wasn’t for sale. Not to him.

While I was still at the bar I watched him belittle her, treating her like she was just another accessory. My blood boiled. There was a time when I might have ignored it, let it slide because it wasn’t my business. But not tonight. Tonight, I felt something primal rise up in me, something possessive.

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He’s the brooding mountain man next door, and all he wants is to claim her—again and again.

Lena escapes to the mountains for solitude, but Cade, her rugged and dangerously handsome neighbor, has other plans.

When a storm traps them together, their chemistry ignites, pulling her into a world of heated passion and raw desire. Lena’s gone from an innocent city girl to the woman who craves Cade’s rough, possessive love.

But with his heart locked away, can Cade offer more than just pleasure? And will Lena risk everything for the chance at forever?

Grumpy Mountain ManForced ProximityProtector HeroVirgin to VixenLactation PlayBaby FeverBook “You feel that, baby? That’s all for you.” “I’m going to make you beg for it, over and over again.” “I’ll fill you up, make you mine—again and again.” “From the moment I saw you, I knew I’d ruin you for anyone else.” “You’re sweeter than sin, Lena. And I’m never letting you go.” "I want to feel every part of you, see every shiver of pleasure I can give you."

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one

LENA

I step out of the car, and the cold air hits me like a slap in the face. My breath fogs in front of me, and my nipples instantly harden, pressing against the thin fabric of my bra. Damn, I should’ve worn something warmer, but all I can think about is how empty and cold I feel out here, not just on the outside, but deep inside too.

This cabin, this wilderness, it’s all so far from what I know. I wanted to get away, to escape the city and all the noise, but now all I can think about is how lonely it is out here.

How lonely I am.

I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my hands up and down my coat sleeves, but it does nothing to ease the chill seeping into my bones. What I need is to start a fire.

Or maybe, what I really need is a man—a strong, warm body to wrap around me, to pull me close and heat me up from the inside out. I have waited all my life for a man to hold me, and twenty-two years is long enough.

“Fresh air will do you good,” I mutter, repeating the advice my friend Julie gave me before I left. She has never left the city and has no idea what it’s really like to be in the wilderness alone. “Get some peace and quiet, Lena. You’re burning out.” She had good intentions, but I am already doubting my plan.

I stare at the cabin, dark and looming, like something out of a bad dream. But I can’t turn back now. I’m here, and I need to make this work. Afterall, when I first heard about this place, how it was my unexpected inheritance from an uncle I never knew, it felt like fate – like a chance to get away and think about the life I truly wanted. I have been so unhappy working from home and feeling alone … but now that I am staring at this rickety old cabin I wonder how those feelings would change out here. I am even more alone.

I grab my suitcase and head up the creaky steps, my body shivering with every gust of wind that sneaks under my coat. God, what I wouldn’t give for a big, strong man to wrap his thick arms around me right now. But all I’ve got is myself and whatever scraps of heat I can manage to create in this drafty old cabin.

I step inside, and the cold follows me, settling into the corners like it’s here to stay. The fireplace catches my eye, the only thing that promises warmth in this entire place. I need to get a fire going, fast. My nipples are still hard, and the rest of me is starting to feel like ice. I’ve never been so aware of how sensitive I am, how much I long for heat, for a touch that would melt all this cold away. But that’s not going to happen—not tonight, not here.

I fumble with the logs, trying to arrange them the way I’ve seen on TV. “This is gonna be easy,” I murmur, trying to convince myself I’ve got this under control. “I’ve seen people do it a thousand times.”

But no matter how hard I try, the fire refuses to light. My frustration builds with every failed attempt. “Come on, you know you wanna! Just light!” I strike another match, but it fizzles out as quickly as the last one. My teeth chatter as the wind howls outside, making the cabin creak ominously.

“Guess it’s gonna be a long, cold night,” I sigh, pulling my coat tighter around myself as I flop onto the couch. What I wouldn’t give to have someone here, someone warm and strong to press up against me, to chase away the chill that’s settled deep in my bones.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the ache in my chest, the loneliness that’s only amplified by the cold, empty cabin around me.

But I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not as alone as I thought.

CADE

I’ve been watching her from the moment she drove up, her little city car kicking up dust on the gravel road. She doesn’t belong here, that much is obvious. And damn if that doesn’t do something to me, seeing her all out of place, soft and delicate in this rough, wild land. My cock hardens almost instantly, pressing against the front of my jeans as I take in the sight of her.

She’s got curves that could bring a man to his knees—hips that sway just right, a chest that strains against that too-thin coat, and those legs... fuck, those legs could wrap around me anytime. The cold air has her nipples hard, even through the layers she’s wearing, and I can’t help but imagine what it’d be like to warm her up, to take her in my arms and press her body against mine until she’s soft and pliant.

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She’s a small-town girl. He’s a tattooed city boy with a secret. Together, they’re explosive.
Serena never expected to fall for the ruggedly handsome stranger who walked into her life, but Tristian’s smoldering looks and mysterious past are impossible to resist.
Their chemistry is off the charts, but when his past threatens their future, they’ll have to fight to keep their fiery romance alive. Will their love burn too hot to handle?
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serena

It’s damn near a torrent of fur sometimes when I walk into the kennel.

We try to train them well, to get them to not rush people when they walk into the room, but they’re always so excited to see me. At least the training has stuck enough that they know not to knock me over, and instead all are excitedly looking at me with wildly shaking tails.

There’s one dog in particular I’m here for, though.

Reuben. My overly happy and excited golden retriever. He’s near climbing me, and I’m ruffling his fur. “Yes, yes, I know. I was so cruel for making you stay in here with all of the other dogs.”

I had just gotten back from a trip out of state to go look at a veterinary school to pursue my dream. I wasn’t too sure of the one I’d visited, but the truth is, I’m not too certain about any of them. The idea of being so far from home is daunting.

As such, I had to keep Reuben here with the rest of the dogs. One of the things us Moores did in Evergreen Valley was run a place for people to keep their dogs when they had to go somewhere without them, as well as some dog training and the like.

“You’re my little prince, and I wouldn’t make you stay with all these peasants if I didn’t really have to,” I say, the so-called peasant dogs ignoring my insult. I liked them all the same, too, and the feeling was certainly mutual. I usually took them out on walks, gave them treats, and fed them.

I always wanted to do more, though. I loved animals of all shapes and sizes, and while our home cared for a lot of them, whenever we had a sick or badly injured one enter into our care, we had to call in a veterinarian from Smithport. Evergreen Valley is such a small town that we didn’t have a vet who worked here, full time, outside of a few here or there, who were strictly contracted to rich folks and their fancy horses.

I tend to the dogs, giving them their morning meal and prepping Reuben for a walk. We step out, and I look over the family homestead. I guess it’s sort of a ranch with how we focus on raising and training animals, but given that Evergreen Valley is surrounded by woods and mountains, the term ranch seemed far too western.

It is home, though, including all of the people I love.

Including Hawk, the complete and total asshole that he is.

He’s sitting at one of our picnic tables, enjoying breakfast with his wife, Lavender. They met last year and fell quickly in love. He and his friends have been working on constructing a home for Hawk and Lavender, but there’s a particularly rough phase of the construction presently, so he and Lavender are back in the family home for now, if only for just a few weeks.

I’d never admit it to their faces, but I’m jealous as all hell of him and what he has. He’s so sweet to Lavender, and she’s sweet right back. The way they hold one another, the way they look into one another’s eyes. It’s so bloody saccharine sweet, it makes me want to puke, but at the same time, I want it. So damn bad.

Yes, I’m only nineteen. Yes, I’m aware that in today’s world, sometimes people don’t find forever love until they are, like, forty years old. But call me selfish. I just wish it were me, and I wish it were me right now.

“Serena?” Hawk calls out, noticing that I’m staring. “Are you going to join us, or are you going to keep your creepy voyeurism thing going on?”

I glare at my brother, wanting to go over there and smack him upside the head.

Instead, I decide to do the normal, if incredibly stupid, thing of doing as he asks.

“Reuben is joining us, too, I see,” Lavender says, my dog betraying me to go get the ear ruffles from her. I didn’t hate her or anything, but I guess my jealousy shines through in the strangest ways at times.

“Did Frankfurt State not knock your socks off or anything?” Hawk says as he offers me an apple from the fruit bowl the two brought with them.

“It was... well, it was a school. That’s what I can say about it. It’s the most boring school to ever go to.”

“That bad, huh?” he replies with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s not that it’s all that bad. I think they focus a bit too much on cows and horses and stuff. It’s way out West. And I wanted to focus more on companion animals like dogs, cats, birds, and the like.”

“We get horses and cows here sometimes.”

“Yeah, but it’s more of an oddity. Most of the cows can go to the ranches on the outskirts of town.”

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Book 4 of the Men of Evergreen Mountains!
This is wild, fertile land, where the men are ready to whisk their women to bed.
No hook-ups or one-night stands.
Here in the Evergreen Mountains, the men are fiercely loyal.
Here, love lasts a lifetime.

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lavender

“How much longer on that cake, Lavender? We needed it a half hour ago.” The exasperated voice of my boss, Hannah, calls out to me as I’m rushing about, trying to get all the cake decoration supplies ready.

“It’s in the oven. I can’t make it bake any faster.”

Hannah nibbles on her bottom lip. She’s experienced enough to know this to be true, but it still annoys her.

This is a cake for a friend, and it had to be perfect. I may have gotten nervous and screwed up the batter a few times when measuring it out. Usually a little extra flour here or there or too much or too little vanilla wouldn’t stop me. For Tabitha’s wedding cake, however, I wanted perfection.

She’s only going to get married once, after all.

Hopefully, anyway. This Fox guy seems pretty swell, and aside from some weirdness about his folks, there aren’t any massive red flags.

I pull the cake out, needing it to cool a bit before I bust out the decorations. We didn’t have a whole lot of orders today, outside of Tabitha’s wedding, so my job boils down to a lot of waiting for stuff to be at the right temperature.

Hannah poking her head in, trying to rush what can’t be rushed, is annoying but understandable. This is her bakery. She’s been working hard at making it work. She’s such a sweetheart, but I can see how sometimes business in such a small town, like Evergreen Valley, is a bit stressful.

Especially when Hannah hires weird girls who show up out of nowhere, dressed far too nice compared to the rest of the town.

“We need an ETA on the wedding cake,” Hannah calls out to the back. I look through the shelves to see who she’s talking to.

And my heart skips a beat.

Most of the guys around here, young and old, are a bit roughneck. Lots of flannel, big trucks, boots, and dirt. All of them are somewhat musclular, either huge, bulging, hard-working muscles or just some of that good, old-fashioned big-guy strength. They’re all handsome in their own way, but one guy stands out.

He’s dressed like the rest of them, which strikes me as odd, given that supposedly he’s going to a wedding once he gets this cake. But I guess up here this is as formal as you need to be. That’s not what gets me, though. No. It’s because his handsomeness far surprasses any others I’ve seen. He’s especially rugged, his shoulders broad, and his face looking seasoned from all the time he’s spent outdoors. His eyes keep track of everything around the room, his awareness never waning. For some, he would come across as being paranoid or anxious, but for him, it’s second nature to be on edge.

If anything makes him seem awkward, it’s being in a bakery, in the heart of civilization. He looks like he’d be most comfortable deep in a forest, tracking a mammoth, with a pointy stick in hand.

And I mean that in the best way possible.

Then, he sees me looking at him through the shelves. I look away, bashful as ever.

“Lavender, how much longer for the cake?”

“It’s just about cooled; I’m getting to it,” I say, in a hurry.

I get to work. I want it to be perfect, but knowing the wedding ceremony is quickly approaching, I can’t delay any longer. I can’t let perfection be the enemy of good-enough any longer, but I’m still going to push myself to make it the best it can be.

Thankfully, I don’t make any major mistakes. None at all, actually, if you don’t count mistakes that can be covered up with an extra buttercream flower.

I build it up, delicate construction. Hannah comes in to make sure I stack the layers just right. And when it’s all done, we’ve finally got the cake ready.

“All right, it looks good to go.” She slaps me on the back. “But make sure you take some of the baking supplies with you. Just in case you need to make any sudden repairs.”

There’s this weird intersection of bakery and construction when it comes to these sorts of cakes that I’ll never fully understand, but I accept nonetheless.

“I’m counting on you to make my bakery look good, Lavender.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a nod.

Together, we carry the cake out to the truck, where our customer is waiting to pick it up. I bashfully try to avert my eyes from him as we secure the baked goods.

Then comes a hole in my plan to try to avoid having him notice my attraction.

“Lavender, Hawk here is going to be the one to drive you up to the wedding.”

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Opposites attract when this business man falls for this forest-loving girl.

They fall hard and fast, but is Fox keeping Tabitha a secret for a reason?
He is keeping his family from her, and worse…
When the truth is revealed, will it be too late?

This is wild, fertile land, where the men are ready to whisk their women to bed.
No hook-ups or one-night stands.
Here in the Evergreen Mountains, the men are fiercely loyal.
Here, love lasts a lifetime.

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fox

“You gotta know that you’re dressed far too nice for the occasion, Fox.” Bear is sitting on the edge of his truck’s tailgate, a bottle of soda pop in hand, half-drank. “Your jeans don’t even have any holes in them.”

I let out a long sigh. For a rural farmers market? Yeah, I stood out like a sore thumb. I’m clean and pristine, a button up denim shirt, a fresh haircut and fresher face. I usually keep a bit of stubble, but my father insisted I keep up appearances for one of the recent meetings.

I’m the heir to the throne after all.

Even if I don’t want to be.

This is compared to ol Bear, who’s clothing looks like he’s been wearing it for years, even though it’s all very well taken care of. You can see the wear and tear of everything, and the dirt that’s dug into his boots.

“What are you even coming here for? I usually don’t see you coming to the farmer’s markets,” Bear says. “Got an itch for that super fresh produce?”

I laugh. “Not so much, no. I’m sure I’ll get some, but I’m mainly here to pick up some huckleberry jam my mother picked up when coming through here once. Says she hasn’t been able to pick up anything else like it and has been jonesing for it pretty hard.”

Bear slaps me on the back. “Well, take in the sights and sounds. People are going to take you for a city slicker, but they’re still nice enough.”

“I did grow up here, Bear. You don’t have to treat me like an alien.”

“Just saying. Not everyone’s going to remember you. Few will. Probably give you the same shit I gave you.”

“That’s so reassuring, Bear. Really.”

I grew up right alongside Bear. Hunter and Hawk too. We were our own little clique coming up, inseparable best buds. Then my Dad gets some money in, and we immediately moved away for a few years. I missed most of high school with them, but then my old man came back to Evergreen Valley for business, and started digging his claws deep into the area.

Just this time, our family’s net worth is about a thousand times higher than it was before.

Money shouldn’t change much about you, but I can’t help feeling like I’ve drifted away from my old friends. I adore them deeply and still think of them as brothers, but I have doubts if they feel the same way.

Bear and I head into the market. People all around us are hawking their produce. Apples are the most common crop, and lots of the farmers have their own takes on them. There’s lots of potatoes and carrots too, huge ones that I contemplate getting since my mother loves making a fine beef stew out of the freshest ingredients.

I find the lady selling the jam and pick up several jars, and she carefully sets them in a cloth bag to carry them around in too. That’s nice of her, it would have been awkward to carry around a half dozen jam jars in my arms as I went along for the rest of my trip.

The smell of various foodstuffs fill the air too. I smell what are sure to be some damn good french fries, some gyros, plenty of hot dogs, which I’m sure are made from sausages made from their own pigs, cows, and chickens. It’s a jarring shift from the city, and I have to say, I missed it a great deal.

Bear’s got two hot dogs and a cone full of curly fries on hand, like we’re at a damn carnival. Can’t say I blame him with how good they look, and when I look at him, he shrugs my way. “What? This is for Char too. She’ll love this.”

I smirk and shake my head. “Should get it to her while it's still hot then.”

“She’s with Savvy and her other friends, they have a booth with their arts and crafts stuff.”

We go to another end of the farmer’s market. This place is filled with people selling everything that isn’t meant to be eaten. Lots of woven quilts, finely made sweaters and shirts. Hunter sells some of his own carpentry work here sometimes, even though most of what he makes is just for himself and family. Past old Grandma Diana’s blankets, we finally reach the recent spouses of both Hunter and Bear.

“May I tempt you with a gourmet, artisan, home cooked organic hot dog, babe?” he asks, presenting one of the franks to his wife.

“Can... can hot dogs be organic?” She says, accepting his gift.

“Hell if I know. But if it’s from around here, it’s way better than anything you’re going to get at a grocery store.”

As charming as the scene is, my attention is swiftly snapped away by something far more interesting.

She’s working on sprucing up one of the displays of what I’m sure is her own work, given she has a very similar necklace to the one she’s selling around her neck. Her hair, long wild curls, is the color of sun-kissed honey, it swaying as she moves her head, letting those hazel eyes of hers meet mine, and letting me see the hints of gold and green within them, the green akin to the leaves of forest, bathed in sunlight.

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