Haunting the Mountain Man: A Forbidden in Fall Mountain Man Romance

Sabrina

Dating in a small town is hard enough. Try doing it when you dress like Morticia, have curves for days, and spend your weekends reading Victorian ghost stories.

Needless to say, my dating app matches haven’t been promising.

Everyone wants the girl-next-door. No one swipes right on the plus-size woman in black lace with a bookshelf full of the macabre. And with Halloween, and the marriage pact I made with my best friends, creeping up fast, I’m feeling the pressure.

Then I match with Cole. He’s grumpy, older, and built like he wrestles bears for fun. A few words out of his mouth and I’m already mentally scribbling “Mrs.” before his last name. Too bad he’s convinced he’s too old for me.

He says I need someone charming, someone normal.
I say I’m done pretending to want anything less than sparks, sweat, and a man who can handle all of me.

I’m not asking for a fairytale.
I’m asking for him.