Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Amos
I promised Lyla’s brother that I’d always look after his sister. His sister who has tempting curves and a sassy mouth.
When she’s ready to start her donut shop, I recommend my tiny town. I don’t think she’ll take my suggestion seriously. But suddenly she’s here. The irresistible little flirt that I’ve always been drawn to.
When we get stuck together in a snowstorm, it’s my resolve that starts to melt. Will I be able to resist the curvy woman that I’ve always wanted?
Lyla
Amos is my older brother’s hot best friend. Totally YUMMY with his tattoos and growly voice. And totally OFF LIMITS.
But it’s the middle of a snowstorm and no one will ever know. So why not have a delicious fling with the guy that fuels my every fantasy?
Take a trip to Mount Bliss where growly mountain men fall for curvy women who love just as fiercely as they do. There’s NO cheating and NO cliffhangers. Just a sweet, sexy HEA.
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1
LYLA
Butterflies dance in my stomach as the plane touches down and it has nothing to do with the long flight and everything to do with the handsome man I’m about to see again.
Amos.
He’s my older brother’s best friend.
And my secret crush.
Never mind the fact that he’s ten years older than me.
I only see him once every now and again. You would think that would somehow make my stupid crush go away. But every time I think I’m over him, I see him and that same bubbly, tingly feeling washes over me.
I’m pretty sure I’m completely in love with him. Not that Amos thinks about me that way.
He didn’t even say anything after I kissed him at my high school graduation. He stood there, looking stunned. Too late I realized the massive mistake I’d made and quickly babbled an apology telling him that I’m a silly flirt and to ignore me. He nodded and never brought up the moment again.
In fact, he never treated me any differently after the kiss. That’s when I finally saw the truth that’s been staring me in the face for years. Amos thinks of me as his little sister.
Still that doesn’t mean that I didn’t jump at the chance when he offered to help me with my donut shop. It’s always been my dream to own a bakery.
With the generous storefront rental agreement that Amos negotiated for me, moving to Mount Bliss was a pretty easy decision. Plus, my donut shop will be right next door to his pub.
The crowd of passengers finally begins to thin out and I stand, tugging on my t-shirt and adjusting my hot pink leather jacket so it plays up my assets.
As soon as I step into the warm airport, I begin scanning for Amos. He’s not hard to spot. He’s the tattooed hottie wearing a white t-shirt and snug blue jeans complete with brown work boots.
He still keeps his dirty blonde hair short despite being retired from the Marines for two years now. My brother Jamie teases Amos that he keeps it that way so he can be recalled into the military service at any moment.
Aviator glasses are hiding his gaze from mine, but I know from camping trips spent together that they’re the exact shade of blue as the Atlantic Ocean.
I’m not the only one paying attention to the bad ass former sniper. Plenty of women and a few men are openly ogling him too. Not that Amos seems to notice them behind his dark shades.
I feel his gaze all over my body, touching me and branding me. The way I want his fingers to.
Get a grip, Lyla. He’s never thought of you like that.
Shrugging away the familiar attraction and my usual disappointment, I paste a smile on my face.
“I heard someone ordered a dozen donuts,” I tease. When I asked Jamie what Amos wanted in exchange for negotiating the lease for me, he told me a dozen of my donuts.
He finally pulls the sunglasses off and clips them to the front of his V-neck where just the slightest bit of dark chest hair is showing.
I’ve seen the broad shoulders and six-pack beneath that shirt thanks to the summers he spent camping with me and Jamie. He’d often wander around camp without it, looking like he stepped away from a GQ photo shoot.
“Good to know you still have that sweet tooth,” I joke when his silence starts to make me uncomfortable. There’s something about Amos and the way he’s so quiet that leads me to start babbling. Then I make a fool of myself in front of him.
My brother always laughs about it. I think he knows I have a crush on Amos. Even if he did happen to feel the same way, Jamie would be a jerk about it. My bossy older brother would stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong.
Amos lets his blue gaze rake over my body, and he brushes past me to grab my suitcase from the carousel. He doesn’t even have to ask me which one is mine.
Road trips to remote destinations for our camping adventures with Jamie means he already knows that mine is the purple suitcase with the unicorns. Yeah, it’s something a kid would use, but it was a gift from my late father.
“So, how was your trip, Lyla?” I ask as I watch Amos load my suitcase into the back of his pickup truck. “It was great. Thanks for asking, Amos. How is life in Mount Bliss?”
He grunts.
“That good, huh?” I cross my arms over my chest and lean back against his truck, feeling a smidgeon of hurt. He might not be my friend, but he could at least fake some enthusiasm that I’m here. “Could you say you’re happy to see me?”
He moves around his truck and opens the passenger door for me. “I’m getting free donuts. That’s the same thing as happiness.”