Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Sadie
OK, so the cowboy is stupid hot. It doesn’t mean he has the right to stalk me. Or show up at my workplace and growl at my rude vendor. Or make me feel all fluttery inside when he does nice things for me.
I’m not about to fall for this bearded cowboy. Nope, not even in love with him a little bit.
Barrett
It’s not stalking if she’s my future wife and make no mistake, the curvy baker belongs to me. I just have to convince her to wear my ring.
It’s a lucky thing I’m good with my tongue because I’m going to lick all of Sadie’s frosting until I convince this good girl to be mine. Only mine.
If you love a filthy talking cowboy who falls instantly in love with the curvy woman of his dreams, you’ll love meeting Barrett in Big Filthy Cowboy.
It’s time to meet the Maple Brothers, the sweetest cowboys in Courage County. These OTT alpha cowboys are determined to claim the curvy women who have stolen their hearts. Cuddle up with these sexy new book boyfriends from Mia Brody today!
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Chapter 1
Sadie
I’m not saying donuts are the secret to happiness. I’m just saying that I’ve never seen someone crying while holding a donut. That’s why I started my donut shop, Sprinkles. I opened it here in the tiny town of Courage County on a whim. If a whim involves a one-way bus ticket to North Carolina and an abandoned storefront that called to me.
Truth be told, I wasn’t so sure about starting my own business. After all, I’m only twenty-one with a failed year of college and a smidge of trauma under my apron.
Still, this hasn’t been a total disaster. The folks in Courage love their sweets, and I’ve found an amazing group of women who are as passionate about reading alien smut as I am.
The only problem is no purple alien has landed in my new town to probe me in all the best ways. But I guess, life is pretty good. I mean, I’m making friends here. Especially with Linda Maple.
“Did you bring the good stuff?” Linda calls from another room as soon as I bustle through the back door of her shop. Our shops are right next door to each other’s, and she’s been a great neighbor. The sweet scent of her candles greets me here in the inventory room.
I glance around the pile of boxes. She got a new shipment of wax. Normally, her foster kids are here to help her out.
“I brought plenty of donuts,” I tell her as I thread my way around the boxes in inventory to the front of the shop. I set the box of six donuts carefully on the counter and place a second box on top of it. It only has a single donut in it for Tiny Bear. Poor little guy has had it rough in life. Fortunately, there are good people like Linda who take in kids without a place to go.
My life hasn’t been easy. Like Linda’s adopted children, I know what it’s like to be a foster kid. I understand how it feels to know your biological family hates you, and no one else wants you. Pushing back the sad thoughts, I retrace my steps to the storage room.
“Where did you say I should put these boxes?” I call to her as I grab the first one. Damn, it’s heavy. Far heavier than I thought it’d be. But if there’s one thing that working at my donut shop has given me, it’s an appreciation for hard work. If I work hard enough, I don’t have time to think about the memories that haunt me.
I hear the soft hum of her motorized wheelchair as she rolls into the room. “Anything marked with a pink sticker goes to the production room,” she explains, looking at the box that’s currently straining my back. “Some of my boys will be by later this afternoon to help with the heavy ones.”
“I don’t mind,” I puff as I carry the box from the room.
For the next hour, Linda and I move boxes. Well, she tries to move boxes, but I just take them from her. I haven’t known her for long, but I already know that her multiple sclerosis makes her tire easily.
“You should spend your energy making candles,” I gently chide as I move another box around the shop. I had no idea wax was sold in fifty-pound blocks or that it would make my back twinge this way.
She rolls to another room, looking for the candle she made just for me. “What have you been reading lately?”
Her question instantly makes me brighten. She isn’t part of my book club, but she always asks about what I’m reading.
I launch into a quick description of the purple hero in the smutty alien romance I’m reading and how the heroine has boarded his ship for the first time. “I think they’re about to do it, which is the best part.”
Linda chuckles. “You’ll have to let me know if he has horns or ridges.”
“Oh, I totally will. Hopefully, he has both.” I can’t help giggling. I love alien romances. The heroes are not only hot and alpha; they also have unusual body features that seem to exist only to pleasure the heroine.
“How long has it been since you were on a date?” Linda asks, curiosity coloring her tone.
I reach for one of the lighter boxes, to give my aching back a break. “I’m not sure.”
That sounds better than telling her I’ve never been on a date. My life has been about survival, so there hasn’t been time for dating.
“Then it sounds like it’s been too long,” Linda says gently. This is what I love about her. She’s gentle in everything she does, always taking the time to listen more than she speaks. It means every word from her mouth carries so much more weight.