Triplets For The Mountain Man

It’s the perfect arrangement with a doctor on the mountains.
A secret NO ONE can know.
He gets his family - and I avoid my nightmare.
But can Abe save us when we need him most?

He’s everything I've ever wanted.
A gifted surgeon. Tall. Dark. Extremely handsome.
And he wants to knock me up.
But there’s one tiny technicality: I'm his surrogate.
And our business deal blossoms into a full-on love affair.

Everything goes even better than planned - until darkness shows its ugly face.

Will the man of my dreams save us from disaster?
And will I ever be able to go back to my old life after I deliver the triplets to their father?


Reader note: This is a FULLY standalone novel from my Mountain Men of Liberty Series, and a mountain man's secret baby, doctor, surrogate romantic suspense. This is Abe's story. Transport yourself into the charming and magical town of Liberty, Utah as we follow several rugged mountain men in their quests to find lasting love.

“Dammit,” I muttered as I pulled myself out from under the sink. I glanced at the clock and realized it was time to open. The garbage disposal would have to wait.

Out of everything that had gone wrong lately, it was pretty minor in comparison, but it was yet another thing on my ever-growing to-do list. All of it costing money too.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and stood up, sure to wash my hands and clean myself up in the restroom. I stared in the mirror and realized how tired I looked. I’d styled my hair in a neat bun earlier, before heading into the diner, but now my hair was falling around my face.

My hair didn’t stay in elastics very well; it was too straight and fine. Not the best look for the head chef of a restaurant. And even though Smothered in Love was just a hole-in-the-wall diner, I treated my job as if I was the head chef of a fine dining establishment.

Because one day, when the stars aligned, I’d open something a little fancier than my current diner. Not that I didn’t love the diner and the food we served—I’d always keep it open—but it was time to move on to something bigger.

It would be nice to actually use my culinary degree and cook fancier fare than what I served here. But all my money was tied up in Smothered in Love. Currently, it wasn't a very good return on my investment either.

I pulled my hair back into the neatest bun I could muster in the bathroom without a brush. It still felt a bit messy, but I was being too hard on myself, surely. That’s what my mom had always told me—I was always too hard on myself.

Perfection was usually my goal, but very rarely the result. Something always got in the way of that.

I checked the time on my phone.

“Crap.”

We were supposed to be open for business three minutes ago, and where was Allison, the opening server? I would be in the kitchen, and I couldn’t do it all.

Luckily, we didn’t usually pick up until closer to six-thirty, but we often had a few stray guests show up at six when we opened for business. Including a couple regulars who showed up at opening, on the dot, every single day.

I hurried to the front door and unlocked it, apologizing before the door was even swung open.

“I’m so sorry; I’ll throw in a free biscuit for your wait.”

Dr. Abe Hammond was the only person standing outside the door that morning. The rain was pouring down around him, and he didn’t have an umbrella.

“And a ten percent discount,” I muttered. “I’m so sorry.”

Abe stepped inside and chuckled heartily. “It’s fine, Felicity. It was three minutes.”

“But it’s raining.”

“And I’m not made out of sugar.”

Abe’s dark brown hair was cut short and trim to his head. He was starting to grey at the temples, but it showed more in his beard than on his head. His beard was turning whiter and whiter by the day.

His dark brown eyes were filled with warmth and radiated with a golden tint that reminded me of fine bourbon. His smile was always a bright spot, even on the drabbest mornings.