Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

“Please, Dad,” Everly scoffs casually. “I’m not even a virgin.” Calder screams. Literally screams. It echoes off the foothills, likely sending all the wildlife scrambling.

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

“Trust me, I can handle each bit of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

See, why can I look at this plus-sized female and see that she looks amazing, but my intrusive thoughts have to be such a dick to me? God, being a woman is such a bitch sometimes.

Seriously, the man could hit me with his truck in this vest, and I would jump up and tell him I’m sorry.