Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Ronnie
When I said I wanted something fun to ride for my birthday, I never imagined my best friend would buy me a cowboy. It’s part of a charity auction, and he’s my birthday treat. But from the way he’s looking at me, I’m his treat.
After one filthy weekend together, I return to my boring life as a single mom and start my new job as the business manager for a nearby ranch. Only it turns out my new boss is the same big, bearded cowboy who was so very good with his hands.
I guess I should tell him about the test with the little pink line.
Flint
It’s supposed to be easy. One weekend, show the curvy girl a good time…and fall head over spurs in love with her. No, I don’t think I was supposed to do that last part. Too bad she runs before I can tell her about my feelings.
Next thing I know, she shows up at my ranch. She’s the new manager, and she loves bossing me around. Good thing too because I’m going to make sure she enjoys working very closely with me and over me and under me.
If you love a tough cowboy who falls first for a curvy single mom and her adorable kids, then climb onto Flint’s horse. It’s going to be a wild ride, but you’ll ache in the best way
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Chapter 1
Ronnie
“They’re fine,” my grandmother’s voice startles me from the doorway.
I pull the blankets over the two boys sleeping soundly on the bottom bunk. They have their own beds, but the twins still often end up falling asleep together on the bottom bunk.
They are the reason my heart beats now. So many times during the first days of their lives, I worried I’d lose them. But here they are five years later, healthy and happy. They’re energetic little monsters that I get to spend my days chasing around.
I leave the room and send her a glare with no heat behind it. “Don’t sneak up on me.”
She follows me to the kitchen with the chipped linoleum flooring. I put on the electric kettle for her nightly tea. It’s bright blue and a little dinged up, a perfect thrift store find that makes me smile every time I see it.
“What are you doing?” She fusses at me. “Get out of here.”
“Just making tea first,” I tell her. Normally, I’d join her for a nightly round of tea before leaving to start my second job as a stocker at the grocery store down the road. Since I’m between official jobs, I’m juggling gig work in the day and grocery stocking at night to keep the lights on. It’s not easy, but like a lot of single mamas, sleep is a luxury I’ve long since given up on.
“You’re nervous.” She pins me with that same knowing look she gave me when I was sixteen and first showed up on her doorstep as an anxious girl trying to figure out what the world looked like without her daddy to lean on. Thirteen years later and I still miss him every day. They don’t make them that tough and steady anymore.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” I answer, setting out her chipped cup with the rose pattern from the seventies.
“You look beautiful.” She reaches for the matching sugar dish, her gnarled fingers shaking as they wrap around the spoon. We’re lucky to have each other. She watches the boys while I work nights, and the three of us live with her in this falling down shack. It’s not much, but it’s a roof over our heads. Even if that roof leaks more often than not.
Her words register, and I pause to glance at the blue dress that hugs my figure like I was poured into it. It’d be easy to think I paid money for a fit this tight, but no, it was in the back of my closet. Too many chicken nuggets for dinner followed by a milkshake gave me this figure. I don’t care that I’m fat. So, what if my thighs jiggle when I walk and my hips catch on the corner of the kitchen counter? This body has carried the two most special boys into the world. “I don’t even remember the last time I was on a date.”
“You look at me right now, Ronald Davis Hunter.”
My gaze flicks to hers at the use of my full name. My dad insisted that this birthright would give me an advantage in life, but as a little girl, I was ashamed that I didn’t have a name like Megan or Amanda. Now, years later with a degree in business management, I can’t say I’m unhappy with it. I suspect it’s opened more doors than most hiring managers would ever admit out loud.