Off to the Races (Gold Rush Ranch, #1)

by Elsie Silver

Sometimes silence is what a person really needs.

This might be the best kiss of my life.

And within a few moments I realize I am too. Because Billie stalks up behind the small man, and my brain is obviously a little slow on the uptake, because I am downright floored when she winds up one arm like she’s the batter up at a baseball game, racing whip in hand, and gives him one sharp spank smack dab in the middle of his tiny ass.

“How. Dare. You. You fucking rat bastard.”

“I’m going to kill that arrogant little fuck,” Violet spits out.

“You tear that contract up and you beg.”

“I’ll always choose you, Billie.”