Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Carver Landon
When I left the military, I headed to the mountains.
All I wanted was peace and quiet.
I didn't expect to find a curvy angel sleeping in my bed.
She's the sweetest little thing I've ever seen.
I don't want much, but I need her. Desperately.
She claims my cabin is hers and that I'm "awful cranky."
If she wants the cabin, it's hers. But it's going to cost her.
And she'll pay the price on her knees…begging for me.
I just forgot to mention one minor detail.
When the week is over, she isn't going anywhere.
This little princess belongs to Daddy now.
Lena Burke
My cabin rental wasn't supposed to come with a cranky giant, but here we are.
And I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to want him in my bed, but…yeah, that happened too.
Now, he says I can stay, but I have to pay his price.
I should run in the other direction.
That's what a sensible girl would do.
But as soon as he tells me what he wants, I'm all in.
I don't care what people think.
If this man wants to be my Daddy, I'm not telling him no.
But I don't think I was supposed to fall in love with him, was I?
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Chapter One
Lena
"Ouch!"
My car bounces through another pothole large enough to classify as a crater, sending me bouncing upward in my seat. I land with a jolt, the edge of the seatbelt catch gouging me in the thigh.
Whoever designed this tiny little road wasn't very good at it. Most of the gravel has washed away, leaving behind nothing but potholes and sorrow. Specifically, my sorrow. My butt already hurts, and my poor car is taking a beating.
My grandfather is going to lose his mind when he sees the scratches along the sides from the tree limbs currently brushing up against it.
The reminder of the cranky old man who rules my life steels my spine. I grip the steering wheel and press the gas. The car bounces out of the pothole like I'm in one of those demolition derbies and have nothing left to lose but the cash prize…and maybe a bumper.
I bounce again, laughing this time. I'd make a terrible demolition derby driver. But I bet my grandfather and Dalton would team up to stop me if I told them I'd decided to give it a try.
At this point, the plan has serious merit. My grandfather owns the biggest recording company in Nashville. Grady Records has been around since before Nashville was the country music mecca of the world.
My cousin, Dalton Grady, is set to inherit the keys to the kingdom when our grandfather officially retires this year. At least, that's been the plan since our parents were killed in a plane crash when we were both kids, leaving Gramps to raise us both. But I guess the plan changed because now Gramps has decided that unless Dalton marries a woman of his choosing, he won't be taking over the company he's basically been running for years.
Our house has turned into a war zone. Actually, it's the freaking Arctic Circle. Grandfather and Dalton only speak when they're arguing, and I somehow end up in the middle, trying to keep the peace.
They're both stubborn, intractable, and know exactly what verbal blows to land to make it hurt. Frankly, I'm tired of being caught in the middle, trying to talk one or the other down.
I love them both beyond reason, but if they're going to keep fighting, it's a war they're going to have to wage without me. Mostly because I happen to agree with Dalton. It's unreasonable to expect him to marry someone he doesn't love just to unite the two companies.
But if I tell Gramps that, I may very well end up on the chopping block myself. And there's no way I'm marrying a man of his choosing. Especially if it's one of his friends.
I'm twenty-four years old. Most of his friends are octogenarians or worse–perverts. Whenever he isn't looking, half of them try to pat me on the butt or look down my shirt.
There's no way I'm going to end up tied to one of them just to satisfy him, especially since I don't even want the dang company!
I'm far happier making music than pulling strings behind the scenes. I know I'll never be a big star, but that's okay. Maybe that's not what he has in mind for me, but my dreams have always been a little less lofty than his.
He and Dalton can conquer the world. I just want a tiny little corner of it to call my own and a family to share it with. That's my big dream—a family.
And a man who can't keep his hands off you, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind.
It's not wrong. Dalton may be allergic to love, and my grandfather may think marriage is a business arrangement, but not me.
I want butterflies and the kind of passion you read about. I want someone who loves me for me, not for what my family can do for them, someone who touches me and sets my blood on fire. Maybe that's naive or unrealistic; I don't know. But I've never dated, partly because I've never found anyone who makes me feel alive like that. I don't want to go through the motions. I want to be consumed by love.
Deep down, I want something else, too. I just don't understand what it is or what it means. But something is missing, and I can't figure out what it is. I just need something…more. I'm desperate to figure it out, to understand what this ache means, but I haven't been able to do it.
It drives me crazy sometimes.
"Oof!" I cry as the car descends into an unexpected crater, and my stomach turns a flip. I grip the steering wheel and hit the brake, carefully navigating through it as the loud squeal of metal scraping against gravel reaches my ears. "That's going to be expensive."
I'm so focused on getting through the pothole in one piece that it takes me a minute to realize that I've made it through the gauntlet to the other side. But when the car lands on level ground, trees no longer press in from every side. There's a small clearing ahead, with tall grass waving gently in the breeze. The adorable cabin I rented for the week nestles at the edge of the meadow before the forest starts again on the far side.