Found In The Mountains – Greene Mountain Boys Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)

My younger sister is getting married to a hot mountain man and I’m feeling a little lost.
We’re in Greene Mountain, Montana for the wedding and it’s making me realize it’s time for a change.
It’s time to get my stagnant life in order.
It’s time to be more adventurous.
But when I get hopelessly lost in the woods after the wedding, I realize that my desire for adventure might have been a bit too ambitious.
Luckily, my own hot mountain man is on the way.
Park Ranger Noah Wright.
He finds me.
In more ways than one.
And I realize, my adventure is only beginning.
Megan arrives in Montana to celebrate her sister’s new love, but her own love affair is waiting for her in a big burly tattooed package.

Insta-love at its finest with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!

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Chapter One


“Don’t they look beautiful?” Richard, a friend of the family says as we watch my youngest sister dancing with her groom for the first time as husband and wife. Ashley came to Greene Mountain on vacation and returned with a lot more than a cheap refrigerator magnet and a mountain-themed bottle opener. She came back with a gorgeous mountain man named Dylan.

“Yeah,” I say with a happy smile. “I’ve never seen Ashley look so happy.”

Her favorite song is playing, Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys, as they dance around with all of the women’s eyes drawn to Dylan’s swaying hips.

“Maybe there’s a hot man hiding in these mountains for you,” Richard whispers with a grin.

I let out a deflated laugh and then take a long sip of wine. I feel like there’s a weight in my chest as I look around the room at all of the happy couples.

I’m twenty-six and my life is not going as planned. I’m still living with my parents in New Jersey because house prices are insane and it’s taking me longer than I thought to save up for a downpayment. The way I’m going, I’ll be able to get a sad little one-bedroom condo in the year 2098.

I’m a real estate agent, so I should be benefitting from these crazy house prices, but I haven’t sold a place in two years. I got lucky and sold a house on my first ever showing with my first ever client. I thought it was a sign of fortunes to come. I thought I was going to be killing it.

Nope. Crickets.

Where I live and work, there are more real estate agents than houses on the market. It’s brutal.

Most days, I sit in the office beside a phone that never rings and look at houses online that I’ll never be able to afford. I should probably make a career change. I should probably make a lot of changes.

“Awww,” everyone says as Dylan spins Ashley and then dips her over his knee. He leans down with pure love in his dark brown eyes and kisses my sister on the lips as the song ends.

My heart aches as I watch them. I want a love like that. I want a man to look at me the way Dylan looks at my sister.

My eyes begin to water as the crowd claps their hands and cheers.

If you think my career is going bad, wait until you hear about my love life. It’s horrific. One bad Tinder date after another.

My last date was with a sleazy guy who smelled like garlic so much you’d swear he was trying to ward off vampires. I was so annoyed after he skipped out and left me with the bill that I threw my phone into a fountain on the way home in frustration. When I realized I couldn’t afford a new one, I panicked and waded into the fountain to get it while a couple of people watched and filmed it.

I was afraid the video was going to go viral, so I looked it up on YouTube. After searching for an hour or so, I found it. The caption they wrote was: Pathetic weirdo throws phone in fountain and then fishes it out. Seventeen views. Even my breakdowns aren’t interesting enough for people to take notice.

But this day is not about me. It’s my sister’s wedding and I’m not about to turn it into a pity party. We’re in the gorgeous mountains of Montana, I’m surrounded by family and friends, we have this entire spectacular lodge to ourselves, and my amazing sister is marrying the man of her dreams. I couldn’t be happier. Well, I could, but you know what I mean.

I slap a big smile on my face, grab Richard with one hand and my aunt with the other, and pull them both onto the dance floor as the DJ puts on Red, Red, Wine.

Guests flow all around us, dancing and singing with the bride and groom. Ashley dances over.

“I would never have met Dylan if it wasn’t for you,” she whispers in my ear. I’m the one who convinced her to come here on vacation when she was feeling down. “Thank you for coming all the way here and being my maid of honor. You’ve always been the best sister. I love you.”

My stomach sinks as she hugs me. No more negative thoughts. Just good vibes for the rest of the night and for the next four days that I’m here.

“I love you too, sis,” I say as I hug her back. “Now, let’s rock out with our cock out!”

She laughs as we start dancing like we used to as teenagers in our rooms.

It’s a hell of a party. Dinner flies by and my speech goes surprisingly well.

The groom’s brother, Owen, owns this amazing lodge and was nice enough to let everyone stay here free of charge for five days. We have the place to ourselves, which means no one is driving, which means the drinks are flowing and everyone is having a great time.