Title: FAITHFUL: The Mountain Man’s Babies
Series: The Mountain Man’s Babies #10
Author: Frankie Love
Genre: Contemporary Steamy Romance
Release Date: April 18, 2019
The moment I saw her I knew.
Knew that we would have a future, a family, a forever.
Her father says she’s too young, too naive, too innocent.
But she is more than he knows.
She’s the love of my goddamn life.
And nothing will get in our way.
Then a tragic accident rewrites our love story.
She is gone in the blink of an eye.
But this mountain was made for miracles, and I’m fighting for ours.
I have faith in the impossible.
Faith in us.
Nothing will stop me from being the man she needs.
FAITHFUL: The Mountain Man’s Babies is book 10 in The Mountain Man’s Babies series and can be read as a standalone.
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“If I kiss you, it’s saying something.” His breath is hot against my ear. My body is awake; lit. Alive.
“What is it saying, Jonah?”
“That this is real. You and me.”
“You’ve known me an hour. How real can it be?” I ask but don’t believe in my own question.
“Because you can’t fake real, Faith.”
He’s right of course. And when he kisses me it’s the realest moment of my life. The words I’ve been looking for are found and my lips part and his tongue is against mine and everything — everything — in this moment is right. The story I thought I’d been writing is all wrong. Because this is the story that makes sense, the one that I want. Everything from before can be ripped up and thrown away.
We’d bring those memories with us, of course, but they aren’t the part that will carry us forward. Jonah’s hands on my face, his mouth on my mouth — this is where my story begins.