Followed By The Mountain Man (The Mountain Men of Linesworth Book 4)

By Frankie Love

Hard and fast in 280 characters or less.

If his number one goal is to make me crazy, it’s working.
This arrogant cook has never met a woman he wanted to sleep with more than once.
Me? I’m an old-fashioned girl and a virgin to boot.
I want the real thing and I want it to last forever.
So why is he following me on Chatter?
And asking me to Chatter him back?
He may have a million followers, but his cocky one-liners won’t work on me.
He says he’ll follow me to the ends of the earth, but I can't help thinking he just wants another conquest.
And even if it is more than that, I'm not sure I can handle the heat he brings.

Dear Reader,
Benji’s a mountain man chef with an appetite.
He’s starving and ready to eat whatever you’re cookin’!
So place an order and take a seat, it’s time for a meal you’ll never forget!
#yummy #whatsfordinner #ordersup #fingerlickinggood
Love, Frankie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Nov 24, 2021

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!

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Followed By The Mountain Man

Followed By The Mountain Man

The Mountain Men of Linesworth

Frankie Love

Contents

About

Prologue

1. Benji

2. Tillie

3. Benji

4. Tillie

5. Benji

6. Tillie

7. Benji

8. Tillie

9. Benji

10. Tillie

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

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About

FOLLOWED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

By Frankie Love

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Hard and fast in 280 characters or less.

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If his number one goal is to make me crazy, it’s working.

This arrogant cook has never met a woman he wanted to sleep with more than once.

Me? I’m an old-fashioned girl and a virgin to boot.

I want the real thing and I want it to last forever.

So why is he following me on Chatter?

And asking me to Chatter him back?

He may have a million followers, but his cocky one-liners won’t work on me.

He says he’ll follow me to the ends of the earth, but I can't help thinking he just wants another conquest.

And even if it is more than that, I'm not sure I can handle the heat he brings.

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Dear Reader,

Benji’s a mountain man chef with an appetite.

He’s starving and ready to eat whatever you’re cookin’!

So place an order and take a seat — it’s time for a meal you’ll never forget!

#yummy #whatsfordinner #ordersup #fingerlickinggood

Love, Frankie

Prologue

Tillie

Here’s the thing: I may be a twenty-four-year-old woman living in the time of social media, selfies, and hashtags, but deep down, I am an old-fashioned girl.

Well, not even that deep down. It’s basically on the surface and I’m not exactly hiding it. I, Matilda Jones, am holding onto an optimistic outlook that true love is worth waiting for.

I’m a heart-on-my-sleeve kinda girl who grew up on rom-coms with clichéd happily-ever-afters. They are the best. And not just because they make me believe that maids in Manhattan can find their one true love, not just because they reaffirm that shopaholics can find more than a green scarf. They are movies that remind me that in the end, everything turns out okay.

So why does the deliriously sexy man ten yards away make me want to forget everything I ever believed?

Because he is making my life a living hell.

And it’s hard to believe in getting my own HEA when this cocky chef keeps looking at me like I’m an idiot for believing that my hard work will eventually equal a payoff. He’s so obnoxious with his long line of customers every day at noon, all gobbling up his carefully curated menu. And then here I am, looking at my unsold muffins and scones as they dry out as the sun rises in the Bavarian-style mountain town of Linesworth where I was born and raised.

I always thought that by now I would be getting somewhere with my life… but since I finished college a few years ago, I’ve been wandering from one thing to the next, overstaying my welcome at the cottage my parents bought several years ago — intending it to be a rental.

I’ve always loved the farmer’s market, ever since I was a little girl. I’d come here each week with my parents and get an ice cream cone or elephant ear and Mom would buy kale and tomatoes and Dad would buy aged sausage links and we’d all leave happy. It was magic, those mornings, the place where I felt coziest in the whole wide world, and it’s where I wanted to be. I love this town, the community of artists and entrepreneurs that live here, not to mention the drool-worthy bearded men that come here for outdoor adventures.

I went to college for accounting. And while I could get a job in an office, the only places hiring were over the mountains in Seattle. I didn’t want to leave after I’d just moved back.

I always loved making pottery as a hobby, and I have sold it at market off and on, but it doesn’t earn enough to pay the bills. I have worked odd jobs, helping local restaurants when they’re short staffed or when the city is throwing big festivals.

When I saw an old food truck for sale on Craigslist, I decided to use the last of my cash to buy it. I always loved cooking for my family, and everyone always says I make amazing food. I thought it would help me become self-sufficient. My dad helped me paint it, and I slapped on a logo. My mom helped me refurbish an old espresso machine and I started baking muffins. The plan was to park it at the market and sell lattes and treats to everyone buying their produce and handmade wares.

It seemed easy enough. Unfortunately, no one wants my coffee. Or my treats.

They only want Benji’s grub from his aptly named Lumberjack Smoke Haus. It smells divine, hickory smoked BBQ bratwurst. The fact that we’re a Bavarian-style village filled with mountain men and he is offering this cuisine? I mean, it’s on