Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Tinsley
I have a knack for biting off more than I can chew. I’m not talking about those giant heart chocolates we devour every Valentine's Day either. It’s paired with my inability to tolerate being pushed around. You go low, and I’ll come back with a shovel to go lower.
Only this time I’m not sure I can dig my way out of this. I’ve pissed off the wrong man, and he’s more than happy to not only ruin my life but also the whole town of New Hope as payback.
He claims I destroyed his life, when he did that on his own. Still, he sends his fancy lawyer after me, but now we’re on my turf. They think they can intimidate me. They’ve gravely underestimated me. There is no way I'll let them put up a fancy ski resort that will taint the sweetness of New Hope. So if that means seducing the fancy lawyer, so be it.
It doesn't matter that I have zero clue how to flirt. I'll do what I must, but in true Tinsley fashion, my plan blows up in my face. I wake up married and in his bed. The kicker is he's not even a lawyer, and divorce isn't an option, unless I want to end a legacy. I'd be the first person in the town's history to get divorced.
Pierce
My whole life has been a constructed plan to get where I am once a boy lost in the system to now a man that has the whole world at my fingertips. I am where I’d planned to be, but be careful what you wish for.
All it took to turn everything I thought I wanted upside down was a chance encounter with my little spitfire. One look at her innocent doe eyes and round cheeks covered in glittered freckles had me rethinking everything.
She lights flames to any coldness inside of me, burning it away so that there is only her to fill it. I knew without a doubt that Tinsley Blake was made for me. That there was nothing I wouldn’t do to have her.
So I followed her home to a little town called New Hope and tricked her into marrying me, knowing full well that I was using the town's longstanding tradition of no divorces to my advantage. Now she’s stuck with me for better or worse. Til death do us part, like we said in our vows.
She was the destination I hadn’t known I was searching for. She's mine. And I’ll never let her go.
This small-town holiday romance features a wickedly charming billionaire, a stolen virgin bride with a case of mistaken identity, and a whole lot of secret surprises. Enjoy all the tropes you love this Valentine's Day
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Chapter One
TINSLEY
If there are two things men hate, it’s being rejected or outsmarted by a woman. I’ve done both to Biff Bradford. Biff isn’t his real first name; it’s Buford, an equally bad name. If you are trying to get away from the name Buford, why choose Biff as a nickname? It’s just as terrible.
Wealthy people do strange shit. Who would swipe left on such a name? Unless you know the last name Bradford. I didn’t, but I do now. I guess it’s a big one from what I have dug up on it.
Family names in the city are a whole lot different than the ones in my small hometown of New Hope. Your last name wasn’t flashy because you had money; nah, you had to mean something to everyone there. It didn’t matter how much money you had; no one gave a shit. They cared if you were a good neighbor who gave a crap about your community. Money can’t buy that.
Now I’ve got a man with too much money and too much time on his hands seeking revenge. How the tables have turned. Revenge is my game. It's one that pays well, and a girl's gotta eat.
My whole life I have done odd jobs. In New Hope, it was easy. I grew up there, and people trusted me to come and go from their homes or watch their little ones. In the city, you need resumes and all that jazz. The whole nine-to-five thing really isn't for me. I was only in the city to finish out beauty school and then I was going to head right back to New Hope.
Biff was at my last job, and now that has all gone to shit. The man is stalking me and making wild threats. All because his wife asked me to test him. He failed, as most spouses do. It was rare for me to test a partner and have them pass with flying colors. When they did, it would restore a bit of humanity for me. That said, the men who don’t do that shit don’t have partners having to worry about their loyalty.
It has really given me a jaded experience of romance. In New Hope, when people fall in love, it's forever. In fact, there has never been a divorce in our town. A part of me was wishing that while I spent a year in the city, I might find the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
As cliché and silly as others might find it, I do want that small-town life with a husband and kids. I grew up with it all around me. I know that the man I will share that dream with one day doesn't already live there. It would have happened before already. Now it's all been a bust, except I did graduate.
It was by accident I'd fallen into this line of work. It started with one of my classmates thinking her boyfriend was cheating. I did recon and came back with proof the next day. From there, it was word-of-mouth. Then, in the middle of one of my jobs, I made an Instagram profile to lure one woman's husband out. It was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. That led to loyalty testing.
See, this is my problem. I always take things one step too far, and that's why I'm here, standing outside of the tallest building in the city filled with shiny, fancy people and their high-paying jobs. This wife, Monica, had money, and she wanted things to go further than an online loyalty test. She wanted to see if her husband would follow through. Would he show up and meet me at the hotel bar down the street from his work?
Yes, the answer is a solid yes. Monica wanted all the details. I had to sit at the bar with this man pretending to be interested in him. I will say, he's not hard on the eyes, but when he opened his mouth, it was all downhill from there.
After I got all she wanted, I did the old "I need to use the restroom." This might have been after I went up to the room with him and tricked him into taking off his clothes before stealing them. I walked out of the hotel suite, letting his wife right in. She said it would be a whole lot harder for him to try and run if he didn't have clothes.
He was more than happy to drop trow when I suggested we get in the massive bathtub together.
Since he got caught with his pants down and his wife left him, and I’m told because of the prenup and his infidelity, she’ll be leaving with half. Now Riff, Biff, or whatever his name is wants my head on a platter.