K.C. Lynn – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read

K.C. Lynn – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:16:42 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png K.C. Lynn – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Secret of Heart Mountain (Heart Mountain #2) Read Online K.C. Lynn http://www.books2020.com/the-secret-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-2-read-online-k-c-lynn Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:16:42 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-secret-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-2-read-online-k-c-lynn Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Authors: K.C. Lynn Series: Heart Mountain Series by K.C. Lynn
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >55

All Legends hold Fragments of the Truth.

A mountain with a legend.

A sassy wedding planner in desperate need of a date.

A cocky firefighter she can’t stand… her only option.

Finding out your sister is marrying your ex is a major gut punch. The thought of showing up to the wedding solo? Even worse.

That’s exactly the situation Harlow Hayes is in, unless she finds a date—fast.

Enter Linc Masters.

Childhood nemesis turned local firefighter. The boy who tormented her every chance he got, now the man who lives to push every one of her buttons.

She can’t stand him, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and he might be the only one bold enough to pull it off.

The plan is fake the perfect love story, survive the weekend, go back to hating each other.

Only, the longer they pretend, the more the lines begin to blur.

Old memories resurface.

New sparks catch fire.

And the secret they buried that night on Heart Mountain has them questioning everything.

Like, maybe the legend isn’t just a story.

Maybe the villain was the hero all along.

And maybe—just maybe—the rivalry was only a disguise for something far more beautiful waiting to be told

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Living next door to your childhood nemesis can have its perks. Not only are they easily accessible for your tormenting pleasure, but you also have the advantage of watching their every move, sometimes catching glimpses of those rare, vulnerable moments, giving you the perfect opportunity to strike.

The rivalry never fades; it only grows stronger with age.

Unfortunately, it can also have its drawbacks. Especially when that nemesis is infuriatingly beautiful, with an attitude that sets your blood on fire, and a smile that makes you forget why you’re supposed to hate her in the first place.

That’s Harlow Hayes, the raven-haired beauty who has been wreaking havoc on every one of my emotions since childhood.

It would seem tonight is no different, because as I step outside to take out the trash, I’m handed a front-row seat to another one of those vulnerable moments…the sound of angry voices spilling from the house next door.

“How could you do this to me?” Harlow cries, her voice sharp with fury. “Especially when I’m about to start my last year of high school.”

Well…this sounds juicy.

Smirking, I linger by the trash bin and take in the drama unfolding.

“I’m sorry, but this is best for the family.” Her father’s voice doesn’t sound the least bit remorseful.

“You mean it’s what’s best for Hattie,” Harlow retorts, bitterness lacing every word at the mention of her older sister.

He doesn’t deny the accusation. “That’s right. This is important for her future, and it’s a good opportunity for mine.”

“What about my future?” she fires back. “You have two daughters, remember?”

My smugness slips at the crack in her voice.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Harlow, stop being so dramatic,” her mother cuts in, entering the conversation. “Don’t you think you’re being just a little selfish right now?”

My expression hardens at the response, but I’m not surprised. Her parents have always come across as cold and aloof, especially toward my family. Then again, dumping frogs into the pond to scare their daughter probably didn’t help matters.

“I’m being selfish?” she all but chokes out. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Her outburst fades when my front door swings open to reveal my brother, Cash.

“Yo, what the hell’s taking so long?” he asks, reminding me about the video game battle I’m supposed to be having with my brothers.

I lift a finger to my lips, silencing him.

Confusion flickers across his expression just before another shout cuts through the night, Harlow’s voice even sharper this time.

“I don’t care what either of you say. I’m not going, and you can’t make me!”

A second later, she bursts from the house, bolting into the night.

“Get back here, young lady!” her father bellows, his voice trailing after her.

She doesn’t look back. Just disappears down the dark street, neither of them realizing the audience they have.

“Damn it.” He slams the door, the sound echoing off the surrounding mountains.

Cash’s gaze meets mine, a flicker of amusement there. “Looks like the Ice Queen’s in trouble.” He chuckles.

I bite my tongue, hating the nickname, even if it is how she’s always acted toward us.

I shouldn’t care. She sure as hell wouldn’t want me to, but for some reason, I do.

I always fucking do.

“Come on, let’s go,” he urges, nudging toward the door. “Time’s wasting.”

Every instinct tells me to follow him, to forget about her, but I can’t shake the image of her out there, alone and vulnerable.

We might have a complicated history. Hell, it’s downright turbulent, but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to her.

“Go ahead and start without me,” I say, already stepping off the curb. “I’ll jump in when I get back.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” he calls. “Linc, where the hell are you going?”

I feel bad ignoring him, but I keep my focus locked on the direction Harlow went, having a pretty good idea where she’s headed.

Heart Mountain.

Passion Falls’ most historic landmark, and the place where our rivalry has always burned brightest. Where I’ve ambushed her more times than I can count, hell-bent on getting revenge for whatever stunt she’s pulled on me.

It’s ironic, considering the legend tied to it. A ridiculous myth that claims if you share a kiss on the mountain’s ledge at midnight, under a full moon, you’ll be bound to your one true love forever.

Total bullshit.

At least when it comes to Harlow and me. If anything, it’s only ever added fuel to the fire.

I don’t remember how this feud between us even started, but I remember the rush I felt—the hit of adrenaline—and I’ve been chasing it ever since.

The mountain looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the wide, open night sky.

As suspected, I catch sight of Harlow, her shadowy figure slipping onto the trail.

I quicken my pace and eventually find her at the base of the mountain, curled in on herself beneath a cluster of towering spruce trees. Her knees are drawn tight, head buried in her arms, and shoulders shaking with quiet, broken sobs.

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >55

Advertisement The Legend of Heart Mountain (Heart Mountain #1) Read Online K.C. Lynn http://www.books2020.com/the-legend-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-1-read-online-k-c-lynn Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:04:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-legend-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-1-read-online-k-c-lynn Genre: Alpha Male, Virgin Authors: K.C. Lynn Series: Heart Mountain Series by K.C. Lynn
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >51

Nestled deep in the Canadian Rockies, the scenic town of Passion Falls holds a mountain very few know about. With it comes a legend that states at the stroke of midnight, under the light of a full moon, if you share a kiss on the mountain’s ledge, you will be bound to your one true love forever.
Most people think it’s a bunch of hokey pokey, but not eight-year-old Ellie Mills, she knows it’s true and she’s determined to prove it. What better person to do that with than her best friend, Gunnar. It takes some strong convincing, but he eventually agrees, and the two set off to test one mountain’s magic. Unfortunately, it doesn’t turn out the way Ellie hoped, leaving her heartbroken.
Now, seventeen years later, Ellie has another plan to rope Gunnar into, this one even crazier than the last. Once again, he will give Ellie what she wants, but this time, they’re going to play by his rules, and it will forever alter their friendship.

But maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be. Maybe Ellie was right and the legend of Heart Mountain isn’t just a myth after all.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Ellie

Eight Years Old

The beam of my flashlight dances wildly through the dark, guiding my best friend, Gunnar, and me down the long, beaten path toward Heart Mountain.

A storm rages above us, the heavy rain making it hard to see. It runs off my new pink slicker Paw bought me while my matching rubber boots sink into the mud beneath my feet.

A pang of guilt strikes me at the thought of my grandfather. He would be furious if he knew I wasn’t in bed where he left me only a few hours ago. I feel awful for sneaking out like this, but it had to be done. The legend specifically states this has to happen at midnight.

“How much time do we have?” I ask Gunnar, yelling to be heard over the downpour.

He glances at the compass he brought, which also serves as a pocket watch—an item he took from Ryland’s home office, where he keeps all the stuff from when he was in the military. “Fifteen minutes.”

Panic grips my chest, propelling me forward. “Come on, we’re running out of time. We have to hurry.” Holding my hood in place, I run as fast as I can, trying my best not to slip in all the mud.

“Wait up, Ellie,” Gunnar calls out, charging after me.

As soon as those words leave him, I trip over a broken log. My arms flail at my sides as I try to save myself, but there’s nothing to grab onto. I’m just about to fall flat on my face when Gunnar catches me, his arms wrapping securely around my smaller frame.

My frantic heartbeat slows as I peer up into his rain-soaked face, the black hoodie he wears offering little support to keep him dry.

Heavy droplets drip from his shaggy brown hair into his face, clinging to thick, dark lashes that frame his unique honey-brown eyes. Eyes that are usually filled with playfulness and mischief, but now are narrowed in anger.

“You need to be more careful,” he snaps, dragging me upright.

I bristle at his sharp tone, my own eyes narrowing. “It was an accident! You don’t have to shout at me.”

“It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t run off like that,” he fires back. “You can’t do that, Ellie. It’s the middle of the night and we’re out in the wilderness. You could get hurt.”

Concern overshadows his anger, making me feel bad. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to miss out on this. Not when we’re so close.”

His expression softens. “I won’t let that happen. I promise.” Taking my hand, he leads us at a fast pace again.

His promise is the very reason I asked him to do this with me. It’s also why he is my very best friend.

The two of us met last year when he moved in with Ryland Brooks, the retired soldier who lives down the street. Like me, Gunnar doesn’t have parents. Mine died in a car accident when I was only five years old, whereas Gunnar’s just didn’t want him anymore, so they left him at a gas station, which is how Mr. Ryland found him.

I don’t know how a parent could abandon their own child like that, especially one like Gunnar. He’s smart, funny, and good at everything he does. He’s also tough. No one messes with Gunnar and gets away with it. I found this out firsthand when Chuck Turner and his pimple-faced brother, Philip, were picking on me one day. Gunnar stepped in and gave them an ass whoopin’ they wouldn’t soon forget.

At that moment, I found my best friend, and we have been inseparable ever since.

Gunnar is a year older than me, but that has never mattered. We love to do a lot of the same things. Play sports, climb trees, and build forts. Pink might be my favorite color, but I am more of a tomboy, which works out pretty well for Gunnar, I guess.

But he will do things I like to do too, even if he doesn’t. Like catching fireflies. We do it in the evenings and bring them back to our fort to use as a nightlight, then we tell ghost stories until it’s time to go to bed. It’s always so much fun and my favorite time we spend together.

A bright light flashes in the distance, pulling me from my thoughts.

“There’s the light post,” Gunnar shouts over his shoulder as I struggle to keep up, despite the hold I have on his hand. “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”

I nod, too out of breath to speak.

Tonight, Gunnar is doing another thing just for me. Helping me put to the test a legend that lives and breathes in my soul. One I pray is true with all my heart.

Nestled in the Canadian Rockies, our small town of Passion Falls holds a landmark that very few know about, Heart Mountain.

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >51

Advertisement The Magic of Heart Mountain – Heart Mountain Read Online K.C. Lynn http://www.books2020.com/the-magic-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-read-online-k-c-lynn Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-magic-of-heart-mountain-heart-mountain-read-online-k-c-lynn Genre: Alpha Male, Novella Authors: K.C. Lynn Advertisement

Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >40

A mountain with a legend.

A sunshine Cali girl excited to experience a white Christmas.

A grumpy RCMP officer who never sees her coming.

What’s worse than sliding into a parked car on a snowy winter day? How about when that car turns out to be a police vehicle belonging to the grumpy, yet undeniably attractive RCMP officer, Mike Cross?

This is what happens to California native Hollis Billings when she travels to a remote town in the Canadian Rockies, and it leads to a tumultuous encounter. To make matters worse, Hollis seems to cross paths with the brooding officer wherever she goes, and he never fails to wear a perpetual scowl just for her.

It isn’t until she learns he is a devoted guardian to his sweet and sassy nine-year-old sister that she starts to see a different side to Officer Grump.

When a twist of fate entwines their daily lives, Hollis quickly finds herself falling for the ruggedly handsome officer and his adorable sister, leading her to question whether her time in Passion Falls is meant to be temporary.

She also can’t help but wonder if there isn’t more to the tale surrounding Heart Mountain.

After all, some legends hold fragments of the truth.

***

This holiday romance was originally featured in the Lights, Snow, and Mistletoe anthology as Christmas Kisses & Mountain Wishes. It has been expanded into a longer length novella that serves as an introduction to the Heart Mountain Series.

If you enjoy steamy, small-town romances brimming with laugh-out-loud moments, a tight-knit friend group with hilarious antics, and protective alpha males paired with sweet, relatable heroines, then this is the series for you.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Nestled deep in the Canadian Rockies is the small town of Passion Falls. Known for its quiet nature, breathtaking views, and friendly locals, this picturesque landscape holds a hidden treasure very few know about: Heart Mountain.

With its distinctive heart-shaped peak, this stunning landmark can be seen from anywhere in town. What sets this particular mountain apart from all the rest is the secret it holds. A legend that weaves a tale, stating at the stroke of midnight, under the light of a full moon, if you share a kiss on this mountain’s ledge, you will be bound to your one true love forever.

At one time, this mountain was more than its legend. It was a magic that many believed in, and it became one of Passion Falls’ best-kept secrets.

Sadly, as time passed, people stopped believing, just like many other things in life, and that magic slowly faded into nothing more than a tale. A folklore that some locals even laugh about.

The thing about magic though, is it never really dies. It lies dormant until something powerful comes along to awaken it. Something as powerful as love.

Hollis

Giant snowflakes blast across my windshield, making it nearly impossible to see what’s in front of me. I drive at a snail’s pace, my foot lightly poised over the gas pedal, prepared to shift to the brake at a moment’s notice.

You got this, Hollis. Slow and steady.

The internal pep talk does little to calm my frazzled nerves. It doesn’t help that I was already running late this morning and didn’t have time to let my windows fully defrost before leaving. The air pummeling out of my vents is warm at best.

Any other time, this Southern California girl would be overjoyed with all this snow. Sit me next to a crackling fire with a hot cup of cocoa topped with mini marshmallows and I will gladly soak in all the beauty of this winter wonderland.

It’s one of the reasons I agreed to oversee the new business my cousin purchased as an investment until he finds a profitable buyer.

I’ve always wanted to visit Canada, especially the Rockies, and when I found out that the business in question was a year-round Christmas store—my favorite holiday of the year—I jumped at the chance.

It couldn’t have come at a better time since the advertising company I worked for went bankrupt and I was out of a job, which is probably why Shane asked me over anyone else in the family. Still, he needed the favor, and I was desperate for an escape. It was a win-win for us both.

What I didn’t consider was driving in these types of weather conditions, and I really should have because this is not for the inexperienced.

I come upon the lone gas station across from the lake, where the beautiful heart-shaped mountain stands, and feel my nerves slightly settle, knowing my turn-off is just around the corner.

Thank you, Jesus.

My relief is short-lived when a powerful gust of wind kicks up out of nowhere. It sweeps over my car, blanketing my view in a sheet of white.

“Shit!” I lean in closer to the steering wheel, squinting to see through the cloud of white. Just as the snow clears, I’m met with flashing red and blue lights just ahead of me.

<<<<1 2 3 11 21 >40