Hard 5 – Multiple Love Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Hard 5 - Multiple Love
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Stephanie Brother
Language:	English
Book Information:
Five ruthless ranchers have bought my farm, and they want to include me in the deal. After Pa dies and I discover he’s mortgaged our farm to pay gambling debts, I’m forced to sell my home and only asset. On auction day, I watch my elusive neighbors, the Bradford brothers, buy the land that’s been in my family for generations. Left with nothing but the clothes on my back and a small bag of personal possessions, I risk sleeping in the barn for one night. That’s where they find me.Colt, Cary, and Cash are triplets with steely gray eyes and powerful bodies hardened by the land. Sawyer and Scott, their twin brothers, are dark and watchful, with big hands made for taming horses and driving cattle. I tell them it’s temporary, and I’ll be moving on, but they won’t hear of it. They offer me a job, and I take it despite the risks. Forced to live with them, I discover the five gorgeous brothers aren’t the ruthless cowboys I imagined they were. I’ve never been with a man, and suddenly five want to make me a woman. But I’m not the only rancher who’s lost out to the Bradfords, and when trouble comes calling, will our newly discovered passion and fragile trust be enough to keep us together, or will everything fall apart?
Books by Author:	Stephanie Brother

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I stand at the back of the auction with a fast-beating heart and sweaty palms. I feel like a fish out of water, and I don’t really know why I’m here. The bank has told me that the sale price that my farm is likely to achieve won’t cover the debts owed to them. I have no vested interest in what happens next, just an emotional one.

Pa had a bad gambling problem that he managed to hide from us until the end. I’ve spent all the time since he was put in the ground clearing up his mess.

All the livestock went first. Our workers left weeks ago, finding jobs on adjacent properties. I wept when the horses were sold. They were more than working animals to me, and it broke my heart to say goodbye.

Now the land is the last to go.

This last transaction will be the end of my connection with the place where I’ve spent my whole life, and walking away without seeing who buys my farm would feel as though I’m letting the place down.

The auction is full of men in worn jeans and muddy work boots. From here, it’s hard to see who is who. It’s just a crowd of broad shoulders and wide hats. They’re waiting for the chance to snatch up my home for a bargain price, and it makes me sick.

Some of these men gambled with my father. Some are responsible for the loss of the land that my family has owned for generations. Some of these men will now profit from my father’s weakness.

I lean against the wall as the overwhelming loss runs through me like a flood after the fall rains. The auctioneer calls the title of my property, and a hush passes over the room. The bidding is fast initially, but as it becomes clear who is serious about buying, people begin to drop out. I don’t need to see their faces to know who wants my land. My neighbors, the Bradford brothers, have been slowly expanding since they first purchased the old Flint farm eight years ago. Nobody took them seriously initially. They were too young and inexperienced, according to the old ranchers around these parts. It would seem the old ranchers were too quick to judge. The Bradfords’ ranch, named Hard Valley, is now made up of three properties, and it looks like my farm will make it four.

Bidding slows as the last competitor shakes his head. The price is lower than I was hoping for, and once the bank takes its dues, I really am left with nothing.

I never imagined I’d end up homeless. Owning land feels like a sure thing, and it could have been. In my hands, the farm would have been successful. I would never have risked everything the way my father did, because I love the way of life so much.

All of it must be left behind now.

I should have made plans, but something has held me back from imagining a life away from here. I’m like a tree that has been dug up, roots dangling explicitly in the air, uncertain of how to be. Planning a life away from the farm felt like giving up. I’m no fantasist, but there was a tiny hopeful part of my heart that imagined a knight on a white horse was going to scoop me into his arms and ride off to save my farm.

Stupid girl.

Knights are for fairy tales. There’s no money in my bank account. All I have are clothes and toiletries and some sandwiches I made for my journey to nowhere.

“Sold,” the auctioneer calls. One of the Bradford brothers, the one who’s been handling the bidding, nods once. There’s no celebrating their achievement. They simply go to where they need to handle the paperwork, and when it’s done, they turn to leave.

I watch them making their way toward the door. There’s no swagger in their gait, just a relaxed air that screams masculine composure. Triplets and twins, there’s an oddness in how alike they are in the way they move, the way their eyes scan the crowd, the way their gazes settle on me.

Oh God. They know who I am, and tears immediately burn in my throat. I want to scream at them for stealing my home. Every memory I have, good and bad, is rooted there. Every hope and dream originated in that dirt. I want to scream, but I can’t because it’s not their fault. They’re not bad men, just men in the right place at the right time to profit from my misery.

I turn my face away, fumbling in my purse for an imaginary something that is just enough distraction for them to pass me by without making any kind of comment. I don’t know what I imagine they might want to say. Sorry? That would sound like a hollow apology under the circumstances. We don’t know each other to converse about anything like my plans for the future. My Pa didn’t want me getting involved with ranchers. He’d tell me stories about how disgusting they could be; chasing women, fighting, gambling, and exchanging money for favors a girl like me has no business knowing about.


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