Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

grandpa always said that rejection just means you’re one step closer to finding your solution.”

Johanna reaches up and tucks a piece of my loose hair behind my ear. It’s overly affectionate but kind of amazing, and I turn into her embrace.

“But if we do this,” he adds, his voice drenched with desire, “if you let me fuck you, then you need to know that means I will own your body. Every particle on your skin will be mine for the taking. Do you understand?”

“You thought I was controlling before? You haven’t seen anything until I sink my cock deep inside you. Then you’ll really be mine.”

I don’t just want to protect the baby at this moment. I want to protect her. I want to comfort her. I want to hold her. I want to burn the world to the ground for making her hurt like this.

When you grow up in a dysfunctional environment, you don’t know it’s dysfunctional because it’s all you’ve ever seen.”

“I’m in love with you, lucky number thirteen. You’re not my second choice or thirteenth choice. You’re my only choice.”