Naughty or Nice – Mistletoe Montana Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

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Naughty or Nice - Mistletoe Montana

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L. Wilder

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Even a good girl can be a little naughty...
Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings you something totally different. This feel-good, holiday romance will have you wanting to hope on a plane to Montana.
I had to get away. It was my only chance to break my crippling writer’s block. When I came across a snow covered cabin in Mistletoe, Montana, I knew I’d found the perfect place to spend the holiday. It was in the middle of a large ranch with spectacular views of the mountains and snow. I could focus on finishing my book and nothing else—or so I thought.
I hadn’t even finished unpacking when fate landed me in the arms of Colton Walker—a sexy as sin, Montana cowboy. His piercing blue eyes and devilish grin had my mind racing with all kinds of deliciously wicked thoughts.
Our attraction was off the charts, but I didn’t do one night stands. I was a good girl, but after one tantalizing kiss, I started to wonder if we could have a naughty, little fling. It wasn’t like anyone would ever know. I was hundreds of miles from home in a place where I didn’t know a soul.
It was time for me to decide—was I going to be naughty or nice?
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“How was your flight?” Natalie asked with a giggle. I knew she was taunting me. As my best friend in the world, she knew I hated flying and had to give me a hard time about it. “Any catastrophes I should know about?”

“Well, I didn’t die in a massive ball of flames, so I’d say it went better than expected.”

“Of course you didn’t die, you silly woman.” Without skipping a beat, she asked, “So, what do you think of the cabin?”

“It’s unbelievable. Even more beautiful than the pictures, and the ranch is much bigger than I thought. I bet there are over ten thousand acres here, and from the looks of it, I’m the only one here.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised. I’d never heard of Mistletoe, Montana until we started looking at cabins.”

“Me either, but it’s amazing here.” I took another quick glance around the place and couldn’t help but smile. It really was absolutely perfect. The living room was small, but with its plaid throws draped over the furniture and the miniature Christmas tree in the corner, it felt warm and inviting. The bedroom was decorated in a similar ‘cabin’ fashion with a king-sized bed centered in the room and a tiny television mounted on the wall. The kitchen and bathroom were both pretty basic with just the necessities, but were more than sufficient for my short stay. “I’m still trying to settle in, but I think it will be the perfect place for me to finish this book.”

“I knew it would be. Ten days of peace and quiet will do you good.”

“I really hope so, because I have tons of writing to do.” After suffering from months of writer’s block, I was extremely behind. My editor had been hounding me about my deadline for weeks, and I was feeling a bit panicked I wouldn’t be able to finish on time. “If I don’t have the next five chapters to Lisa by the end of the week, she’s going to blow a gasket.”

“Oh, don’t worry about Lisa. She knows you always pull it out in the end.” I could hear the concern in her voice as she said, “It’s you I’m worried about. I just hate the idea of you spending the holidays there alone.”

“Well, I was going to be alone regardless. The kids have gone to Europe with Adam, remember?” Both of my kids were basically grown. Nathan was a senior in college, and Grace was interning for a publishing house in New York. Normally, they would’ve spent the holidays with me, but their father surprised them with a trip to London. Since going to college, they hadn’t spent a lot of time with Adam—just a few random weekend trips. While they weren’t thrilled about being away from me during Christmas, I told them this was an opportunity neither of them could refuse. With a heavy heart, I stepped over to the window and pulled back the wool curtains. “Oh, Natalie. You should see the view. It’s absolutely incredible, and this snow! It’s like a perfect blanket of white. We just don’t get snow like this in Tennessee.”

“Well, we get plenty of it here in Colorado. Hell, we’re supposed to have another six inches tomorrow, and honestly, I’m over it,” she complained. “I can’t even take the damn dog outside without freezing my ass off. It searches for twenty minutes for some patch of grass that isn’t even there! I’ve tried...”

I was listening to Natalie go on and on about her dog when I noticed a man on a horse off in the distance. Hoping to get a better look, I darted over to the next window and quickly drew back the curtain. My mouth dropped open with awe as I watched him guide his horse through the thick snow. Being from Tennessee, I’d seen my fair share of cowboys, but never one like him. This guy was a sight to behold. With his wide-brimmed cowboy hat, I couldn’t really see his face, but the rest of him was all man. His broad shoulders filled out his tan, winter coat in a way that had me itching to see what was hidden beneath. There was something about his straight posture and the way he worked his horse that exuded power and confidence. He was the kind of man that could easily fulfill any woman’s fantasy—especially mine. In barely a whisper, I said, “Ummm...Natalie.”

“Yeah?” she whispered back.

“There’s a guy out here.”


“He’s a cowboy or ranch hand or something. He’s riding a horse.”

“Yeah, I bet he’s riding it good, too,” she mocked with a whisper. “Oh my. A Montana cowboy...Please tell me he’s hot.”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” I grabbed one of the plaid throws from the sofa and quickly wrapped it around my shoulders. “He’s too far away for me to tell.”