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.

“Oh my God,” Max groans, looking like he’s going to be violently ill at any second.

And Grandpa always said we aren’t here for a long time, we’re here for a good time. This is my time!

The female body is a fucking wonder.

My future dream is now in the hands of my eighteen-year-old niece.

“But picking a random woman up off the street can’t be a good plan for finding someone to carry his baby, right?”

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.”