Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

those nurses were trained at the asshole academy.”

if I could teleport, I’d probably still be late for everything.

I’m for sure going to be late, which will infuriate Earl. This means he’ll do his gruff, chastising speech about time management and threaten to fire me for the tenth time.

I knew by age eleven I never wanted to become a mom.

As a tall girlie, tall guys are always these elusive creatures. They’re usually only seen on television or coupled up with some tiny five-foot-nothing girl because big guys like tiny girls. That’s just a sad fact of life.

Hotels are horrible about that too. Those towels are a joke. I’m lucky to get them wrapped around half of my lower body. My ass, hips, and thighs require some extra material. And I’ve got a little pouch of a belly situation that’s always giving “is she pregnant or just bloated” vibes...you

Because while my mind is raging mad at him, my body just wants a hug from him. But like...the vagina kind of hug. I want his mountain-rain scent all over me.

I used to be a solid D-cup, but whatever is happening to my chesticles now is most definitely not fitting in my D-cup bras.

I’m a mere cow.

I giggle quietly, relishing that with all the testosterone in this truck, I still managed to command the space. Who’s the king of the mountain now?

“But doesn’t she hate you?” “Loathes me.” Calder’s eyes lower, and he sucks in a sharp breath. “I think I’m in love.”

Relationships don’t last. People leave. You’re stronger on your own. You know this. But why am I tempted to allow Wyatt to look after me?

I’d call the magical elixir Rode Hard and Put Away Wet.

“I am an inseminated cow. A mere incubator. I’m not going to stick around after this baby is born, so don’t, like...fall in love with me or something.”

If I passed you in a bar somewhere in Denver, I would definitely moo.”

the ease and comfort I feel living near my brothers all the time gives me a sense of peace that I crave to feel right in this world. To stop worrying all the time.

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.

“I haven’t seen my sister in a decade, and you guys are neighbors, coworkers, and brothers who carpool to work every day.”

“And we’re best friends.” Calder slams his hands on the table before thrusting a finger right at my face. “Even if this fucker doesn’t want to call me his best friend.”

“They’re best friends who fight a lot.”

“He likes to be alone, but not too alone.” Luke interjects, “He actually doesn’t like to be alone at all. He’s just particular about who he spends time with. He has zero tolerance for people he doesn’t like.” “I keep a small circle. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Many of these people who buy acreages and want to start hobby farms don’t always understand the work that goes into caring for them.

Oh hell...now I’m getting a breeding kink. It’s the damn Carhartt vest! Gray sweatpants never did it for me. It’s just too sloppy of a look. Not masculine enough.

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

“Because when I read that, I figured that’s why we’re so perfect together. I’ve been quiet my whole life because the only voice I wanted to hear was yours.”

“The mountain pales in comparison to you two,”