Unlocking Her Chastity – Polar Bear, Alaska Read Online Frankie Love

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
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Unlocking Her Chastity - Polar Bear, Alaska

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Frankie Love

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B09GL4KYFF
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When she crashes into me, running for her life, I know this vixen needs saving – but she is no damsel in distress. Juniper is an axe-wielding temptress who needs help with just one thing.
She may be focused on the medieval chastity belt locked to her – but I am transfixed by her smile, her laugh– and her curves? Well, they certainly add to the package.
And the package is more than I deserve this Christmas. I’m a mountain man who knows a thing or two about loss. But this woman seems to take it all in stride.
She wants me to unlock her chastity belt, but is it possible that in turn she could unlock this closed off heart of mine?
Dear Reader, This icy mountain man is lonely in Polar Bear, AK! It’s time we warm this feral alpha up! So light the fire, baby, it’s gonna get hot! Xo, Frankie
Come join us in Polar Bear, Alaska where the days are short and chilly. And the nights, well, they’re long and frigid. The small, isolated town known for its yearly icy swim is overflowing with hunky, lonely men. These Mountain Men are waiting for their special soulmate to come along and heat things up.
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Frankie Love



1

JACOB

I hate going into town, but sometimes you've just got to grin and bear it. Today is one of those times.

I'm out of coffee, and that's one of the few things I can't live without. I know, I'm supposed to be some burly-ass man living up here in Alaska. And sure, I've got a beard, the flannel shirt, and the axe to prove it, but there's a few things I just can't live without. Coffee is one of them.

I get most of my shit delivered to my P.O. box in town. I drive there as infrequently as possible to pick up whatever's left in my cubby. But there are some things – like coffee and cream – that I have to pick up at the grocery store. So today, I get in my giant-ass truck and leave my cabin.

I head down the mountain, Christmas music on – because I’m no Grinch – thinking it’s probably a good idea to see another human every so often. It's been a while since I've been in civilization. And considering it's a few weeks till Christmas, I could probably do with a bit of holiday cheer. Polar Bear, Alaska, may be the middle of bum fuck nowhere, but they do a few things right this time of year. There are trees decorated with ornaments, garlands strung across Main Street, and as I roll into town, I can’t help but smile. Memories, painful as they are, return to me, reminding me of happier times.

I’m Jacob Whitaker, a widower, and once a father, always a father. And now, seeing a kid go down a hill in a sled, a giant smile on their face, brings a smile to mine too.

Life's been hard. Hell, we can all relate to that, but I haven't let it define me. Most folks would think that, considering I live all by myself, I’m some bitter man in the woods. They probably think I'll be wrestling my demons till the day I die. But that's not the truth.

I simply moved up to Alaska after I lost my family – I didn’t have anything left for me in Oregon, and my little boy, Spencer, he loved polar bears. I figured I might feel him up here somehow, some way. And sometimes I do. I made the right call moving here, even if at times, it’s lonely.

I’m not trying to be some recluse. Life has just turned out that way. Now, if there was a woman to give me a second chance at happiness? I sure as hell would act on it.

I turn into the parking lot at the grocery store, get out of my red truck, and then grab a shopping cart. As I make my way down the aisles, I realize I’m hungry … and everything looks good.

How long has it been since I’ve been in town? A month? More?

I have an appetite, that’s for damn sure, and I begin filling my cart with eggs, butter, milk, cheese. All the dairy I can cram into that metal basket.


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