316 Rose Rd. (A Cherry Falls Romance #11) by Frankie Love



316 Rose Rd





A Cherry Falls Romance





By Frankie Love





Harper Higgins is way too sweet for a mountain man like me.

But when she shows up at my campgrounds, renting herself a cabin for some “me-time,” I can’t help but want her.

When I ask her why she needs this alone time… she gets pink in the cheeks and clams up.

This girl has a secret, and I intend to figure it out.

When I do, all hell breaks loose. I need her. Now.

Trouble is, her father’s the preacher in Cherry Falls and I’m the surly man in the mountains who will never be good enough for his little girl.

It’s time I change everyone’s mind.

Because losing Harper is not an option.





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The cherry on top? Each book delivers a swoon-worthy romance!

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Chapter One





Cliff





It’s been a long ass winter and I’m glad to see the snow has finally all melted. The early morning rain has passed, and the sun is actually shining through the big pine trees towering above me, which is a good omen. And one I could use. After all these months holed up in my cabin I’m ready for some blue skies. And while I won’t admit this to most anyone – I crave some human connection, too.

I know, most folks consider me a grumpy ass mountain man, but I’m also just a regular guy with needs. As familiar as I am with the basics of taking care of myself, I’ll admit that right about now I wouldn’t mind a woman in my bed to care for too.

Damn, maybe I was alone for too long this winter. Since when do I wax poetic about taking care of a woman?

There’s a chill in the morning mountain air and I rub my hands together to ward off the cold as I look around the picnic area that I had my maintenance guy Charlie clean up. I hope the weather holds for the folks who reserved this area for tomorrow.

It’s my favorite time of year out here in the Wild Ridge Mountains. In early spring there aren’t many other guests around, just a couple of booked-out cabins on the outskirts. Warm enough not to freeze your ass off when you come outside, but still cold enough to keep the summer vacationers away.

I spend the next few hours tracing my usual path along the outside of the picnic area, up toward the Wild Ridge waterfall, my favorite place in the goddamn world. It’s my job to keep this area safe and protected, and I take it seriously. I may be a little rough around the edges, but I understand the value of something precious. This mountain range is just that. And until I meet the right woman, I suppose it’s the only treasure I got.

As I make sure that everything is as it should be, I notice something out of the corner of my eye, along the dirt path that leads up to a hiking trail into the mountains. I crouch down to get a closer look.

Cougar tracks. The rain we had this morning has almost washed them away, but I’ve seen enough since I started working here to know them on sight. I straighten up, cupping my hand over my eyes to get a better look up the trail, where the sun is pouring down with a cheerful brightness. Nothing on the horizon, but I should still call it in. Tempting as it is to let these city folks deal with it on their own, I know that if something bad happened, I’d never forgive myself.

I head back towards the reception area. Once inside the small cabin outfitted with a desk and check-in table, I grab myself a coffee from the machine, and then dial up Miles at the fire station. He’s the one who deals with anything like this, and I know that he’s going to be irritated that he has to come all the way up here to check things out.

"Hello?" he greets me after a couple of rings, curt and to the point.

"Hey, Miles," I reply. "Got some cougar tracks up at the campsite. Thought you oughta know about it before any weekend guests arrive."

He sighs, a rush of static down the line. "Can you handle it?" he asks.

"You know, if you hate your job so much, you can just quit," I joke.

He chuckles, giving in to my point. "I’ll be up to check it out as soon as I get the chance," he replies. "Make sure that coffee machine’s working, all right? I want something hot when I get up there..."