Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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From USA Today bestselling author Logan Chance comes a wickedly, funny romcom that'll have you laughing out loud one minute and swooning the next. What happens when you fall for your ex-boyfriend's younger brother?

Everyone has secrets. Even me, the quiet bookworm who owns the small-town bookstore. But my secret? It's a doozy. I've never experienced the big-O. Yep, no man has ever made me see fireworks.

I thought I’d take this secret to my grave until my ex-boyfriend’s younger brother waltzes into my shop and catches me making a wish on a star.

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it. But then Tripp Atwood, the town's charming playboy destined to run the local brewery, drops his own bombshell—he wants to be a romance author!

Now, we’re in a covert I'm his beta reader, and he’s dedicated to fulfilling my wildest fantasies. And boy, is he good at it.

As the lines between fiction and reality blur, I can’t help but am I headed for a heartbreak, or is this the real thing?

* This is an interconnected standalone with a happily ever after.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Millie

“I love this story so much,” Claire says, holding the book close to her chest as she squeezes her eyes shut. “And the romance was chef’s kiss,” she says, her eyes opening as she kisses the tips of her fingers.

What did you think, Millie?” Helena asks me, settling into the oversized stuffed wingback chair in the back of my quaint bookshop.

“Well, honestly?” I ask, my voice faltering. “The love story was okay, but I felt like it was a bit too fictional for me. Like, nobody ever really feels like that, ya know?”

All the women of the Biddies Book Club stare at me like I’m an alien with two heads and tentacles. Much like the tentacles in the book we were reading.

“What?” I ask with a shrug.

“You’re kidding, right? Millie please tell me you’re joking.” Arlene asks, shaking her head.

Arlene’s been married seven times. And she always says each time was better than the last. She loves to talk about her wild adventures, and has even been known to talk about her active sex life at sixty-three years old.

I blink.

The women erupt into a cacophony of chatter, and sounds of clinking glassware.

“Millie, you’ve never had string-them-from-the-chandelier type of sex?” Helena asks.

June swats her hand at Helena. “Of course she has. Haven’t you sweetie?” June’s bright blues connect with mine.

“Um, well, not exactly.”

All six women in the Biddies Book Club stare at me in horror and disbelief. June covers her mouth in a silent gasp, her eyes wide with shock. Helena and Claire mirror her expression, their eyes almost comically large. Nelly looks like she might spontaneously combust, her face a mix of red and pale. Hazel is shaking her head back and forth, muttering under her breath. Arlene’s mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air, her hand clutching her chest.

And then there’s me, the unofficial seventh member of the Biddies Book Club, and also the youngest, I might add. When the women formed the club, they asked if they could host their weekly book club in my shop, Book, Spine, and Sinker Book Shop. Of course, I said yes, and over the years, I've joined in the fun.

Because if there’s one thing these women are, it’s fun. They’re all in their mid-to-late sixties, and every one of them is as unique as the next. June, with her impeccable fashion sense and sassy attitude, always has a witty remark ready. Helena, the quiet intellectual, often surprises us with her dry humor. Claire, the retired teacher, brings structure and insightful commentary to our discussions. Nelly, the former actress, adds dramatic flair and passion to every meeting. Hazel, with her nurturing demeanor, keeps us all grounded, while Arlene, the adventurous traveler, shares tales from her globetrotting escapades.

Each meeting is a blend of laughter, heated debates, and genuine camaraderie, and being a part of this eclectic group has been one of the highlights of my life.

“Millie, why haven’t you let a man spoil you? Weren’t you dating that Atwood boy for a while? What’s his name? Brock, right?” June asks, looking to the group for an answer.

“It was Brock. He’s so good-looking,” Nelly says with a smile. “I’d let him float my boat, if you know what I mean.”

I gasp. “It wasn’t like that, at all.” My eyes implore the others. “Seriously, we had zero chemistry. Honestly, we never did anything more than kiss.”

Claire clears her throat. “Millie, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

I shake my head. “No, I’ve had sex before. With Kyle and Ron, my ex’s.” I blink. “Obviously not at the same time,” I rush out, making sure they know I’m not into reverse harem style like we sometimes read about in the club.

“And neither of them ever rocked your world?” Helena asks.

“Define rock your world?”

“Oh dear,” Hazel says with a roll of her eyes. “We need to find you a man.”

I hold up a hand. “No, thank you. I’m all good.”

“Why, dear?” Hazel asks, her tone soft and neutral.

“I’m just busy with the store. I’m looking to expand. I’d like to add on a bakery.”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” Helena says, changing the subject. “Are you going to be doing the baking, or will you hire out?”

I nod, happy for the change. “I’ll hire out. Trust me,” I laugh. “You don’t want me baking anything.”

“I do love a good macaron.” Arlene says, and then launches into one of her stories about her travels to France.

Again, I’m thankful for the change in subject, but it gets me thinking. Is there really something wrong with me because I’ve never had good sex? If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never even had a man make me orgasm before.

It’s silly, I know, but it’s the god’s honest truth.

A truth that haunts me late at night.

Maybe it’s just the type of woman I am. Maybe there’s something physically wrong with me. I can have orgasms just fine on my own, but never with the help of a man.


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