Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Mira
My cheating groom thinks I don’t know he’s only marrying me for my fortune. But I’m going to publicly humiliate him, and it’s all thanks to the Cuddle a Cowboy auction.
See, I rented a hot cowboy for seventy-two hours. He’s supposed to object to my wedding because he’s madly in love with me. Everything is going according to plan until he takes my groom’s place.
Suddenly, I’m married to the hottest cowboy I’ve ever met. But that’s not the wildest part. No, that was in the hotel room when we drunkenly slept together.
I guess I should tell the crazy cowboy we’re legally married now.
Cord
It was supposed to be simple. Object to the bride’s vows, claim to be in love with her then…take the groom’s place and marry her. Actually, scratch that. The last part wasn’t supposed to happen at all.
Now, she’s trying to slip away quietly and take the honeymoon solo, but this cowboy isn’t letting that happen. Nope, this is our honeymoon. And I’m going to spend it convincing my new wife to fall as madly in love with me as I am with her.
If you love a determined cowboy who will do anything to make his curvy woman smile, then climb onto Cord’s horse. It’s going to be a wild ride, but you’ll ache in the best way.
This is a steamy cowboy romance with plenty of on-page spice between a lonely cowboy and his curvy woman set in the welcoming, small town of Courage County. If that sounds like your kind of story, click to read now
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Chapter 1
Mira
“Chicken nuggets for everyone! My treat!” I announce as I nudge my best friend, Ronnie, and point to the local fast-food restaurant.
She sends me a tight smile as her twins Brock and Branson high five in the backseat. They’re five, and they don’t realize their mom lost her job. I’ve offered her a position at my company twice now, but she’s too stubborn to take it. She insists she’ll hear something good any day now.
We place our order then park in the lot next to the restaurant. It’s an old, faded hardware store. The kind of mom-and-pop place that slowly dies because the big businesses around it can offer more competitive pricing and a larger selection of products.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of the kids happily munching their food in the backseat while Ronnie squints at her cracked phone screen. “The final alterations to your dress were finished, and the flowers are still scheduled to arrive on time.”
“You make a great wedding planner,” I tell her, trying not to think of my upcoming nuptials. I dunk a chicken nugget in my honey mustard, careful to avoid dripping on her car interior. She wouldn’t notice or care. She only cares about the boys since the day her husband abandoned her, leaving her to raise the twins on her own. The woman has a spine of steel, and if I ever see her ex-husband in our city again, I will break his face for breaking her heart.
She chuckles, but there’s no mirth to the sound. “Maybe if the j-o-b hunt doesn’t work out, I’ll do that. Did I tell you I applied for one on a f-a-r-m?”
The boys are obsessed with horses, so there’s no way she’s getting them excited about it until she knows for sure. Everything is about them now, and she’s never once complained. She’s carried on in that unflappable way that’s completely Ronnie. Still, I don’t want her thinking about the job search. She’s under enough pressure. “Have you given any more thought to what I asked?”
“What I want for my birthday?” She glances toward the back seat to see if they’re listening. They’re busy arguing over who gets the green toy. It’s their favorite color, and there’s only one green toy. “I want something fun to ride. Like really rugged and tough. You know, something to make me tingly.”
“Or someone,” I point out with a giggle.
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t have time for someone. Besides, marital bliss is not in the cards for me like it is for you.”
I shrug and toss my trash into the paper bag at my feet, my diamond engagement ring glinting in the late afternoon light. My stomach twists at the sight. I can’t deny that lately something has felt “off” between me and Stuart. It’s not something I can put my finger on. Just a general sense of apprehension. Maybe it’s anxiety like my therapist suggested. “I can’t believe I’ll be Mrs. Stuart Dean by this time next week.”
“And drinking something fruity in Kauai by the hotel pool,” she says.
I open my mouth to ask her if she ever had doubts before her wedding.
“It’s mine, stinkyhead!” Branson yells, and it’s clear we’re only seconds from an all-out brawl in the backseat.
Ronnie calls both of their names in what she’s termed her “strict parent” voice, and they pause long enough to pay attention to her. “If you boys want us to get the lumber to fix the broken step on the treehouse ladder, then I expect you to behave.”
Brock tries to object, but Ronnie sends him a look, and the four of us go into the hardware store in search of the wood needed for the treehouse. Ronnie built it herself last summer with the boys. There’s nothing she can’t do when she sets her mind to it.
I follow the three of them through the store while Ronnie clutches her list and talks to herself under her breath about the repairs her place needs. They’ve already turned down another aisle when my phone dings.
I pull it from my purse, frowning when I see it’s not a text message from my dad. I half expected him to text me about that new legal contract I reviewed yesterday. Another brand wants to partner with us, and they put some sneaky language into the contract that could negatively impact us.
Together, my dad and I run a company called Molly and Milo, a nod to my own Jack Russell Terriers who inspired me to create a blend of dog food that’s healthy and satisfying for dogs. Three years ago, the brand went viral and now the company is growing like crazy.
The notification isn’t from my dad though, and it’s not a message from Stuart either. No, this is a notification that the camera in my bedroom has been turned on by the motion sensor.