The Bear Mountain Lumberdaddy

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Summary

The legend of the last Dalbec. When a van-life influencer parks her silver Sprinter on a mysterious hermit’s mountain, she unwittingly awakens a Quebec legend, and the last cursed descendant of the redhead giant, Le Grand Dalbec. As her videos go viral, every like and share rewrites his fate, and the line between myth and love begins to blur.

Status
Complete
Chapters
35
Rating
5.0 15 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Blurb

The Bear Mountain Lumberdaddy - The legend of the last Dalbec.

Quebec is blessed with wild forests, mirror-still lakes, and more bears and moose than good sense. Legend says it all once belonged to a giant with a fiery head and an even fierier temper, Le Grand Dalbec, the great hunter who could fell a hundred trees with one swing and wrestle a bear with his bare hands. A man of impossible strength, cursed by pride, whose footsteps still echo through the mountains he once called his own.

He vanished centuries ago, cursed to be forgotten, until a van-life influencer parks on his mountain with a disco ball, a three-legged dog, and 786,000 followers.

Lilou Morissette’s job is to make the dying town of Saint-Élodie go viral. Adrian Lamontagne’s job is to keep everyone off his land, and off his secret.

He’s the last Dalbec, hiding from the curse that doomed his bloodline to die alone. She’s unknowingly descended from the storytellers who trapped his ancestor in legend.

The forest stirs the moment she sets foot on his land. Her stories reach millions. Her camera wakes something ancient, and her videos rewrite old magic one post at a time. Every view, every like, every share begins to rewrite fate.

And the grumpy ginger giant in flannel might just be the monster, the myth, and the man she’s not supposed to love.

A curse born of pride. A storyteller born of light. And a love that might break both.

The Bear Mountain Lumberdaddy is a myth-twisting, heart-thumping, laugh-out-loud romcom where French-Canadian folklore meets modern love, for readers who like their myth with day-old stubble and smells like fresh-cut wood.

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