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He
thinks he's too big for me. I like a challenge.
On
my 25th birthday I received a letter. My mother had left me a piece of land in
her will-- the farm I grew up on as a child. Her last request was that I
restore it... and how could I say no?
So
I returned to my little town full of big memories. Nothing has changed here.
Except
for Grant Werther.
When
we were kids, I barely saw him. Now I can't miss him. The guy is HUGE; all
muscle and beard, like some hardened mountain man. He's intimidating... and
definitely sexy, in an alpha-male-cowboy kind of way.
Turns
out his dad owns part of my farm and he's got the papers to prove it. That
means I can't do anything without Grant's approval. On top of that, this jerk
says I'm too “city girl” to be here.
And
the way he openly stares at my ass in my cut-off jeans makes it clear what he
thinks I'd be good at.
He's
the biggest man I've ever seen and I admit, I'm curious what he's hiding in his
boxers.
I
didn't know he'd catch me peeking.
Now
he won't stop teasing me. He keeps saying I could never handle him, that he'd
break me in two. I know I don't have to prove him wrong...
But
I want to.
This
is a full length novel with a HEA and NO cheating!
Penny
Wylder writes just that-- wild romances. Happily Ever Afters are always better
when they're a little dirty, so if you're looking for a page turner that will
make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your
panties at the door!
EXCERPT
I round the edge of the house and stop dead on
the path, forgetting for a moment about my rage. Hell, even about the pebbles
I'm standing on.
In front of me, shirtless and sheened in sweat,
is the most perfectly sculpted man I have ever seen.
He could be made of bronze the way he's posing
now, weighing the axe over his shoulder as he eyes the stack of wood in front
of him, balanced on the same tree stump where my Mama used to chop her own wood
years ago. I can count every single muscle on his chest, from his pecs down his
washboard abs to the perfect V that points like an arrow straight down, to a
faint line of dark hair that I can't help tracing to the fly of his jeans.
Damn jeans.
It takes every ounce of my self-control not to
drool when he swings the axe all over again, distracting me with the surge and
flow of his biceps, the way even his back ripples with strength. He's got
longer hair than I'm typically into, bound in a tight bun at the nape of his
neck, dark and curly, to judge by the few flyaways that have escaped the hair
tie.
I'm still gawking when he turns to look at me.
Holy shit. No way.
My jaw threatens to drop completely open
because I realize—only when he looks straight at me head—I know this guy.
Grant Werther. The formerly scrawny kid who
used to chase me around this lawn every summer while our parents talked shop.
His dad owned a farm up the road, had the same business problems to deal with
as Mom.
I have to say, he’s filled out nicely. His
face, which used to be all thin angles, now features sharp cheekbones, a cut
jaw and a fine nose. His eyes are dark too, piercing where they catch mine and
lock, and his dark, full beard only accentuates his looks.
I swallow so hard I nearly gulp down my tongue
in the process.
As for him, he shows no signs of recognizing me
at all. Fine, if he wants to play at that game. “What are you doing here?” I
manage to ask, finally recovering my wits.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He runs a
hand over his hair, taming a few of those wisps, and narrows his eyes. “This is
private property, Miss.”
About the Author
A USA Today Bestselling author and #1 Amazon bestselling
author, Penny Wylder writes what you'd expect-- wild romances. Happily Ever
Afters are always better when they're a little dirty, so if you're looking for
a page turner that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump
right in and leave your panties at the door!
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