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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)

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A one-night stand, agreed on by both parties, was supposed to be just that. One night.

The next day, when Magnolia Baker walked in to the first practice for her last season of professional soccer with the Cowgirls, she expected it to go pretty smoothly. She was a veteran player, nothing surprised her anymore.

At least, until her one night stand walks through the door.

Her new boss, Beaufort Vanderbilt.

The man that set her blood on fire, and made words stutter from her mouth.

For eight months, they fight the connection, acting like they don’t feel a thing for each other.

Then tragedy hits Beau’s life, and she forgets that she’s supposed to remain professional. She forgets that she’s supposed to be the player and him the owner.

Lines are crossed, and soon, they can’t hide a thing from the people around them.

But Beau’s only partial owner of the team she desperately needs to play to remain hidden from her previous life. The other half-owner is dead set on tearing them apart, and making an example out of her. An example that will be a bright, shining warning flag to all future players to never follow in her footsteps.

Not if they want to ever play professional soccer again

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PROLOGUE

XANDER

“This is not going to be our last game of the season!” I shout to my teammates in the locker room. We’ve already played two periods, and we’re tied. “When we win today, we’re in the finals, and I want that Cup.”

They cheer and nod, some drinking water, others retying their skates. It’s always chaos in the locker room.

I fucking live for this.

“Dallas isn’t leaving our home arena with the win. Fuck that!”

“Fuck that!” they cheer in response.

“Let’s fucking do this!”

I follow my guys out to the ice, and we run a few drills before the third period begins. The thing is, I hate playing Dallas. Their star center, Matthews, is an arrogant piece of shit that I’ve despised since our rookie season. I was drafted as number one that year, and he was number two, and he’s never gotten over that. He runs his mouth, his guys run their mouths, and I’m good at ignoring them.

Until I’m not.

And I have a bad feeling about this last period of the game.

“You’re a fucking pussy,” Matthews snarls as he gets in position for the face-off.

“Takes one to know one.” I smirk, and then we’re off, and just like every minute I’m on the ice, I know that this is what I’m made to do.

I live for everything about this. The smell of the ice, the way it feels like I’m flying on my skates, the sound of the fans, the sweat I’m bathed in. I fucking love all of it.

Cooper, my teammate and best friend, passes me the puck as we skate to the goal, and then I’m cornered at the boards, by fucking Matthews of all people.

“I’m going to take you out tonight,” he snarls.

“Like, on a date? Too late, already took your mom out last night. Great fuck.”

He roars, hits me, and then it’s on.

This motherfucker.

We both throw our gloves down and go to town, punching each other, shoving, and then I’m on the ground, still fighting him and two of his teammates, until my guys pull them off.

“I hope you fucking die,” Matthews growls before hitting me again, and then I feel him hit my knee fucking hard, feel a pop, and I know.

I’m out.

I’m fucking out.

This fucker just jacked up my knee.

He’s laughing when they pull him off me, and I can’t move because I’m seeing stars after getting my head pounded on the ice and there’s no way my knee will support me.

“Hendrix!” The medical team is here, and I can hear my guys yelling nearby. The crowd is quiet. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Four.”

The medic frowns and nods at the guy next to him.

“Let’s get you up.”

“No.” I sigh. “The knee is done. I can’t skate out of here by myself.”

And if that isn’t the hardest sentence I’ve ever said in my life.

“Damn. Okay, we’ve got you.” He turns to speak to someone else. “We’ll need an MRI right away on the knee.”

When I’m finally on my feet, I do my best to hold my right leg up as pain sears up and down my body and I’m helped off the ice.

The crowd is screaming, and I wave at them. I won’t be seeing them again this season.

Probably not next season either.

“Torn ACL, PCL, and meniscus.” The team doctor’s face is in grim lines as he delivers the news, and I might throw up.

It could be from the constant dizziness and nausea from the concussion.

Or from the fucking anger and despair rolling through me right now because that means I’ll be out for⁠—

“You’ll be out through next season.”

“Fuck that.” I shake my head, but the doctor nods.

“You have a rough road ahead of surgery and therapy, Hendrix. This is a nine-to-twelve-month recovery, minimum. I’m sorry.”

He’s grim as he leaves the room, and then Cooper walks in, and he can see it on my face.

“Jesus,” he mutters and pushes his hand through his sweaty hair. The game is over—we lost, so we’re out for the season—but he hasn’t been in to take a shower yet. “I should have killed fucking Matthews.”

“I should have known better than to let him get that close,” I reply and lean back on the table so I can rest my head. The dizziness hasn’t been this bad in months. “I should go talk to the team.”

“You don’t look so hot,” he replies. “You’re pale as fuck.”

I feel like I’ve been on a bender.

I already spoke with my family. My sister Harper had a baby today. A little girl that I want to hold and cuddle and spoil the fuck out of.

Instead, I’m stuck here.

And this injury means that I won’t be able to go home for a long while because the team will insist that I work with their doctors and PT team, and goddamn it.

This is not what I needed.

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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)

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I absolutely should not be attracted to my boss.

I’m living on Tucker Hendrix’s ranch for the next year as a veterinary intern. But imagine my surprise when I walk onto the property on my first day and recognize the owner.
He’s the mysterious customer I used to flirt with at the diner all those years ago.
Now, the chemistry is hotter than ever, and all I can think about is his muscles and the fact that none of my scars bother him.
He’s seen everything that no one else has, and he’s not running away from me, or the fact that I’m a Lexington sister and we come from a monster.
In fact, for the first time in my life, a man is patient, gentle, and treats me like I’m the most important thing in his universe. Like he can’t live without me.
Like my scars aren’t the failure of a lifetime.
I’m starting to see a life for myself here with this man, on this gorgeous Montana ranch. His family has welcomed me into the fold as if it were a foregone conclusion.
But someone is hell bent on hurting me and making sure I don’t get the happy life I’ve worked so hard for.
Will they succeed? Or will Tucker and I come out the other side stronger than ever?

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DARBY’S RECIPES

Darby’s Huckleberry Muffins

1 Cup White Sugar

3/4 Cup Butter

3/4 Cup Milk

1 Large Egg

1 t. Vanilla extract

1 3/4 Cups Sifted All-Purpose Flour

2 1/2 t. Baking Powder

1/2 t. Salt

1 Cup Huckleberries

1 T. All-Purpose Flour

Directions:

Step One

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Grease 15 muffin cups or line cups with paper liners.

Step Two

Beat sugar and butter with an electric mixer in a large bowl until smooth. Beat in milk, egg, and vanilla until well blended. Combine 1 3/4 cups flour, baking powder, and salt in a separate bowl; stir into batter until just moistened. Toss huckleberries and 1 tablespoon flour in same bowl to coat. Fold into batter.

Step Three

Spoon batter into the prepared muffin cups, filling each 2/3 full.

Step Four

Bake in preheated oven until the tops spring back when lightly pressed, about 15 minutes.

Step Five

Feed them to Tucker, who will devour them, and then you.

Darby’s Arnica Salve

Ingredients

3/4 C Arnica Oil

1/4 C beeswax pellets

1/2 t. Vitamin E oil

20 drops peppermint essential oil, or oil of choice for fragrance

Instructions

1. Using a double boiler, add a couple cups of water into the pot, then place a heat-proof bowl over the top of the pot.

2. Turn the burner on and allow the water to come to a boil.

3. Meanwhile, measure out the ingredients. Once the water is boiling, add arnica oil and beeswax pellets to the bowl of your double-boiler and stir consistently until the beeswax is melted (about five minutes).

4. Once the beeswax has melted, remove the bowl from the heat and let it sit for a few minutes on the counter to cool slightly.

5. Combine the vitamin E oil and essential oils, then pour into the oil and beeswax mixture.

6. Stir to incorporate all oils then pour into clean, dry pourable measuring cup.

7. Carefully divide the oil equally between four 2-ounce tins. Don’t forget to label your tins!

8. Let cool completely and store in a cool, temperature controlled cupboard.

How to use Arnica Salve:

-Rub on any sore joints or muscles.

-Apply to bruises or bumps.

-Rub on the back of the neck and along the jawline for tension headaches.

PROLOGUE

TUCKER

Five Years Ago

Imake the thirty minute drive over to Bitterroot Valley every Tuesday so I can have lunch at Kay’s Diner. Do I love the food there? Not particularly. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fine. But the cheeseburger and fries aren’t what’s brought me in here for the past year without missing a Tuesday.

I used to come in once a month with my friend Brooks Blackwell after we took a ride on our Harleys around the valley. We still have a standing ride day, but once every thirty days isn’t nearly often enough for me to see her.

The brunette with the kicking curves and glacier-blue eyes.

The woman whose stingy smile is etched in my mind and the only thing I see when I close my eyes.

Have I asked her out? No. But I will.

Eventually.

I’m in no hurry regarding most things in my life. I like to take my time, think things through.

For now, I like to come in here for lunch on Tuesdays, sit in my usual booth in the corner, and flirt with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

I set the laminated menu aside, knowing exactly what I’ll order. When she walks over to me and her blue eyes brighten at the sight of me, I can’t help but smile at her.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” she says sarcastically. Her voice is pure fucking sin. A little raspy, and a lot sexy. She rests her hand on her hip and immediately fills my mug with coffee. Her dark hair is up in a high ponytail, her gorgeous face is clean of makeup, and her lips quirk, making me want to bite them. “You’re late.”

I lift an eyebrow and check the time. “It’s 1:05.”

“Late,” she says again.

“Did you miss me?” I ask her, leaning back in the seat, taking her in. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her cheeks darken a little as she tucks a few stray whisps of hair behind her ear. I want to do that. I want to feel that silk in my fingertips. Her Kay’s Diner T-shirt molds over her body perfectly, but not provocatively. There’s a tattoo peeking out of the sleeve on her right biceps, and I want to know what it is.

“Thought maybe you fell off that death trap out there.” She gestures at my bike with her chin.

“You’re worried about me.” I rub my hand over the scruff on my chin and smile smugly. “That’s even better. You could go for a ride with me, and I’ll show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

A shadow slips behind her eyes, but before I can say anything, she shakes her head.

“Hard pass. Your usual today?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nods and walks away to put my order in, and while I sip my black coffee, I watch her flit around the restaurant, taking orders, delivering plates, and closing out checks. Kay’s is a typical 1950s-style diner with a black-and-white checked floor, red vinyl seats, and a jukebox in the corner playing an old Madonna tune from the ’80s. There’s a long bar with red-topped stools, and the milkshakes rival Sundae’s over in my hometown of Silver Springs, but I’ll never admit to that out loud.

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