Hashtagged By The Mountain Man (The Mountain Men of Linesworth Book 4): The Mountain Men of Linesworth, #4

By Frankie Love

This is more than insta-love, it's Instagram-love.

Kodiak comes into my coffee shop every day.
And I know everything about this rugged outdoorsman.
I call him #MyMountainMan and take enough discreet photos of him to fill a secret Instagram account.
Which I do.
I'm not obsessed, exactly.
More like super into him. #StalkerMuch
When he finally asks me out, my dreams have come true.
Until a viral photo reveals everything. #SpoilerAlert
I thought Kodiak was my #HappilyEverAfter but can he follow me back after such an #EpicFail?

Dear Reader,
Yes, that's a lot of #s, but Kodiak is worth being a little cray-cray over!
He's a mountain man with a body that will have you licking your phone screen.
Yes, he's just that yummy.
XO, Frankie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Oct 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201466992

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet 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. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

Book preview

1

Kensie

I’m standing there at the coffee counter making a customer’s drink when he walks in. The milk I’m frothing is forgotten, and I zoom in on this mountain man. With his thick beard and flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, his hair curly and eyes so green, I feel like I’ve fallen straight into a forest. I know he’s the man for me.

Of course, he has literally no idea.

Can I get you something? I manage to ask, wishing I were wearing something other than a boring blue apron. Actually, scratch that. I wish I were wearing nothing but the apron. Forward, maybe, but it’s not every day a man like this walks into the coffee shop where I work.

Yeah, can I, uh, get a… His eyes scan the menu and it’s like he’s never ordered a cup of coffee before. What’s that? he asks, frowning and pointing to the drink I should be finishing.

Oh! I pour the milk from the stainless-steel pitcher and then add the extra whip, like the woman ordered, before setting it on the counter.

It’s an extra hot, raspberry mocha. I smile up at him, and then lean over to rearrange the daisies that I brought into work this morning. He looks down at me as I fluff the bouquet and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

I swallow, thinking he might say something unforgettable, about how he feels what I feel. How this is the moment he has been waiting for. How I am his dream girl. He doesn’t.

I’ll get that, the mocha, he says as if relieved to have it figured out. His eyes are on me and I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. Okay, so maybe there isn’t some sexy banter escaping those perfectly kissable lips of his, but I can do a slow burn. Besides, he’s hotter than the shot of espresso that I just pulled and maybe we both need a second to cool off.

I haven’t seen you around before, I say trying not to stare at his beard. His biceps. His everything. A thick beard I want to run my hand over, muscles bulging at the sleeves of his flannel, and hair that I’m inappropriately wishing I could to run my fingers through.

Yeah, just moved to Linesworth, he says as I wipe the drool from my mouth. I’m opening up a bike shop on the other end of town.

Oh. That’s great. I bite back a smile. I’m already picturing myself texting my best friend, Matilda, to tell her that I found the one. I’m Kensie.

I’m Kodiak. He doesn’t return the smile, exactly. It’s obvious he’s one of those strong and silent types, but he’s leaning over the counter and watching me intently, so I know he’s at least sorta interested. Right?

And a quiet guy is something I can dig; I have enough personality for both of us. Still, his gaze is on me and it makes a beeline straight to my heart. I know I’m hopeless but looking at him makes everything seem possible.

Yes. This could be described as one-sided insta-love, but is there anything so bad about that? Devotion is the cornerstone of any good relationship. I think I read that in a Buzz Feed article once. And everyone knows that is basically real news.

So, did you move here alone, Kodiak? I ask, looking down at the mocha, sure that the light in my eyes would betray my not-so-innocent question.

He frowns. Yes, my girlfriend still lives in Seattle.

Oh. I know I need to make a genuine effort to not reveal my disappointment. So, I give him a broad smile and hand him the drink and force my heart to stop pounding out of my chest.

It’s nice to meet you, Kensie, he says.

Yeah, the best, I say, feeling jittery. It might be the four espressos I’ve had today but I think it’s because Kodiak causes a shiver to run up and down my spine.

I try not to stare as he sits in an armchair, reading the newspaper, but it’s hard. I keep wiping down tables and sweeping around him unnecessarily.

When he catches my eye, I’m all deer in the headlights, but try to hide my nerves as he gives me the smallest of waves and stands to go.

Realizing the moment is fleeting I shrug and say, Coming by again tomorrow?

He smirks. Should I?

Of course, I make the best coffee in town.

In that case, it’s a date. The moment the words leave his mouth, he must realize that they aren’t what he meant but I don’t care.

I laugh. Wow, Kodiak, you move fast.

I didn’t, I mean I have a girlfriend and--

I’m just teasing. I get it.

And I do. Kinda. But mostly I want to see him again.

He leaves the shop and I set my broom to the side, watching as he leans over and unlocks his mountain bike from the bike stand. He stands, stretching his arms overhead and as he moves, the hem of his