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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)

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An ex-con with a secret can’t resist his former cellmate’s daughter.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn’t until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit.
But the letters weren’t addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who’d sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash.
So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.
For four years, I kept up the lie, telling myself this girl deserved better than a deadbeat who won’t even open her letters. But the truth is, she deserves better than both of us.
My first task as a free man is to walk into the salon where she works and admit that I’m a liar. But the pink-haired, tattooed bombshell who greets me is a far cry from the awkward teen I envisioned.
Gone are the braces, the pigtails, and picture-day smiles. Tatum Fitzroy is a grown woman with a body like a winding backroad and a dirty-girl lip bite that makes me wonder if coming clean is really worth the destruction.

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one

LUCAS

My heart is a jackhammer in the concrete of my chest as I walk into the salon. It’s stupid to be so nervous. This is just a fucking haircut, right?

Hell, who am I kidding? The truth is, I’ve been watching this salon from across the street for the better part of two days, waiting for a chance to make my move. I’ve orchestrated the perfect opportunity to bump into my target, all casual-like: afternoon on a school day during a barely cracked window of time when the moms of Knoxville can spare a few minutes to ditch their split ends.

The hum of blow-dryers fill the space like fog, pierced by bursts of laughter. I’ve waited ‘til the salon is so busy that they’ll have to put me with the stylist assistant.

Only, now that the moment’s arrived, I’m second guessing myself.

It’s innocent enough, this desire to see Tatum in the flesh. We’ve been corresponding for years; it’s only natural. I’ve long since memorized every precious word in each letter I received from her, so it’s easy for me to recall the details she shared about her job.

I guess everyone has to start somewhere, she wrote. But I’m SO eager to move off mannequins and onto real people. Honestly, it drives me bonkers, having to go grab lunches for the stylists, like that has anything at all to do with cosmetology. Still, the work is steady, and we get dental, so that’s something.

I couldn’t help smiling as I pictured her darting all over the salon, washing coffee mugs, sweeping up hair clippings, greeting customers. It’s a comforting scene, one that I played over and over in my mind like a movie whose leading lady has been my ever-constant companion during those grueling years on the inside.

Seeing it all live and in color right now is a head trip. The past few days, I’ve seen more of my fantasies come to life than I’m fully prepared to admit. Everything from a hot cup of damn fine coffee to a private shower, restaurant food to internet porn. Good Lord, they’ve made big strides in internet porn over the last six years. But that’s hardly my favorite thing about being a free man.

The best perk, hands down, has to be getting to see my pen pal in the flesh. For the past four years of my six-year sentence, I’ve been corresponding with Tatum.

Only, she doesn’t know it.

A receptionist glances up from her tablet and offers me a smile that showcases a smear of mauve lipstick on her teeth.

“Hi there,” she says with a soft Southern lilt. “How can I help you today?”

I scan the room, looking for Tatum, and note how almost every station is occupied.

Perfect.

I clear my throat. “Hi, um, I don’t have a reservation or anything…”

“An appointment?” the receptionist says gently, inclining her head. “Not a problem at all. We take walk-ins.” Her long, manicured fingernail clacks each time she touches the tablet’s glass face. “It looks like the only person available right now is our stylist assistant. Are you familiar with what that means?”

“Yeah, that’s fine—”

“It means she isn’t a full stylist. She’s still learning the ropes. But honestly, a men’s cut is easy-peasy, so I’m sure she’ll do just fine.” More tapping on the tablet. “Can I get a name, please?”

“Ah, Lucas Young?” I don’t know why I hitch my tone at the end, like it’s a question.

“And a telephone number?”

I clear my throat to loosen it. “What for?”

The receptionist sighs, some of the customer-service warmth draining from her smile. “So we can look up your account in the future, sir.”

I nod and give her the number, allowing my gaze to dart across the salon, trying to spot Tatum, desperate to see her coming. My palms feel clammy, and I can feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my neck. It’s an altogether unpleasant feeling that part of me hopes will never end.

A shock of pink emerges from around the corner of the L-shaped salon. My vision tunnels at her approach. Pink hair, pink lips. She meets my gaze, her eyes the pale blue of a summer sky after a storm. When she smiles, my heart stutters in my chest.

“You got a walk-in,” the receptionist says to Tatum.

“Hi there,” Tatum says, offering me her hand. I hesitate for a moment, drinking in the sweet anticipation of finally touching her skin. I take her hand, shake it, and don't want to let it go. "I'm Tatum. Why don't you follow me on back and we'll get you shampooed."

I nod and watch her as she turns on her heel and heads toward the back of the salon. The black-and-white checkered floor squeaks beneath the soles of my work boots, but I’m barely paying attention to that, or to the bustle of the busy salon around us. Instead, I’m watching her hips as they sway, struck dumb by the sight of her. She doesn't know me, but I know her. I have her high school graduation photo tucked gently into the folds of my wallet, like a treasure. But this is so much better. Seeing her smile, touching her hand. I swallow hard and try to think of how to couch the thing I’ve come all the way here to tell her.

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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 19169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)

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Jonathan
I know three things to be true: Pabst isn’t real beer, the Sox always lose, and wherever I am, I’m always the biggest guy in the room. People don’t just gawk when they see me coming. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? Not for the creature comforts, that’s for sure.

But I don’t mind the manual labor, just like I don’t mind the solitude. I’ve got my own business and my DIY projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else.

That is, until April Meyer shows up on my doorstep, all mouthwatering curves and anxious smiles, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my new house.

A girl her age doesn’t move to the middle of nowhere without good reason. I’ve made it my mission to unearth April’s reasons, but the more I learn, the more I need to learn. Soon, I’m not just coveting her desires. I’m bringing them to life.

April
I knew the ad was a long shot, and I wasn’t prepared for a giant to answer the door. Gazing up at Jonathan, I feel small for the first time in my life, like I could curl up in his lap, safe and warm.

Not that he’d let me. I fully expect him to send me packing, but he lets me rent a room. It's not my first choice to move to the country, but my stepmom threw me out when she discovered how I’ve been saving for college: working as a BBW cam girl, under the username UntouchedLibrarian, reading dirty books to strangers in my bra.

As soon as I’m back online, I meet a new customer, one who buys up all my private sessions for the month. Something about this mystery man feels familiar, yet different from the other men I’ve talked to. He doesn’t pressure me to take my clothes off. He just wants me to tell him my dirtiest fantasies, things I’ve never told anyone, about wanting to be cherished and sheltered by a man I call Daddy, who makes me feel like a pearl in his palm.

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one

Jonathan

The hairs on my nape stand at attention as I ease the electrical wires through the hole I’ve cut into the drywall. Someone’s watching me. I sense the weight of their gaze on my back as I reach into my toolbox for a boxcutter.

“Are you a giant, mister?” says a small voice.

I spy the pint-sized owner of the voice, peering through the doorway to what I assume will be her mother’s walk-in closet after I’m done installing outlets and light switches. The child stares at me with nervous fascination, clutching a bright-orange plush pony. Even kneeling on the carpet, I’m almost twice her height.

“Only half giant,” I say with a wink.

The girl’s mother, a blonde woman with thick-rimmed glasses, appears at her daughter’s side. “There you are.” She smiles apologetically. “Sweetie, don’t bother the nice man.”

“It’s no bother, ma’am.” I note the way she eases her child behind her as I rise to my full height. At a whopping six-foot-eight, I’m willing to bet I’m the tallest man she’s ever found in her closet. Bigger, too, now that my metabolism’s slowed down after forty-five. I don’t work out as often as I used to when I was young, but surprisingly I haven’t lost any muscle. I’ve just cushioned my muscles beneath a layer of too much take-out.

Mother and daughter are already out of sight when the woman says, “We’ll let you get back to work.”

If I wasn’t already used to people’s reactions to my stature, I might be insulted. As it stands, I’ll take not-so-subtle distancing over bad jokes and inane questions. I return my attention to the electrical wire, removing the outer sheathing to expose the smaller cables inside. I attach the cables, install the outlet, and screw the whole thing into place. The wall plates won’t go on until after the wall’s been painted, but that’s a job for the next guy; I’m just the electrician.

I pack up my tools and head downstairs where the head contractor, Austin, and his guys are hard at work renovating the kitchen.

“Upstairs closet and bath are all wired,” I tell him.

“Perfect timing.” Austin’s a big motherfucker in his own right, but I’ve still got a good four inches and forty pounds on his linebacker frame. “And, Jonathan, thanks again for taking this one on such short notice. I can’t fuckin’ stand working with wild cards.”

“I appreciate the rec.” I don’t work for the construction firm Austin co-owns with his friend and business partner, Jonah. I was hired by the homeowner directly at Austin’s behest, because he knows I do quality, efficient work, and I clean up after myself. “I’ll be back tomorrow to finish up in here.”

“Sounds good, man.”

I slip out the back door and climb into my truck, grateful to be heading home while it’s light out. With the sun setting so damn early this time of year, most days I start and end work in the dark. I pick up a burger and fries for dinner, grateful for the advent of drive-thru takeout. It’s not that I hate all people. I just get tired of their wide-eyed stares and the jokes about joining the NBA or the weather up there.

My burger and fries are long gone by the time my tires hit the driveway. That’s the thing about living in the country: it takes a while to go anywhere and back. I spot the orange tabby cat curled up on my front porch. He’s been hanging around the property since I moved in. I have no clue what his name is, where he lives, if he used to belong to the previous owner, or if he’s a stray.

The cat stretches and yawns as I get out of my truck and set my toolbox on the steps.

“How ya doing, bud?” I scratch the side of his face and behind his right ear. He purrs loudly.

I didn’t used to feel one way or another about cats, but something about this little guy tugged at my sympathies. Maybe because it took a few days for him to warm up to me, like he was used to being on his own. Independent, solitary.

“You hungry?” I ask. He chirrups and jumps off the porch, weaving between my legs. I follow him into the barn where I keep a folded blanket and bowls of dry food and water beneath a heat lamp set to low.

I pour some kibble into his bowl and top off his water dish with what’s left in my bottle.

“It’s supposed to drop below freezing tonight. Stick close to the heat lamp.” So far, the cat has yet to accept my invitation to enter the house, even on the coldest of nights.

I leave the tabby to his dinner and stride into the house, kicking my boots off in the mudroom. While washing the grease from my dinner off my hands in the farmhouse-style sink, it hits me how much I’ve already gotten used to coming home to this kitchen.

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)

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Some guys take the easy way out. Not me. I work hard and I work out even harder.

My sister would like to see me settled down with a family, but running a successful gym while building a fitness empire takes time, sweat, and discipline—three things I can’t afford to spare even for a chance at happy ever after.

Then the new yoga instructor struts into my gym looking like the ultimate cheat day.

She’s nearly half my age, but this curvy redhead’s got my blood pumping in areas that aren’t exactly work appropriate. Now I’m rethinking my priorities, imagining a future that involves the two of us tangled up in some very compromising positions.

Some people are ruled by their cravings. I didn’t know I was one of them until I met her.

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one

BEN

Electro-pop music and the clinking of dumbbells fills my ears as I step through the entryway into Gold Standard Fitness. Most of the time, I barely register the ever-present scent of sweat that permeates the large space, but I’ve been travelling the past few days; it’ll take at least a few hours for my nose to acclimate.

Technically I’ve got no good reason to be at work tonight, but I wanted to get a few reps in before heading home. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and working out usually helps me clear my head. Even if I’m running on fumes, I know from experience it’s better to power through here at the gym rather than toss and turn in bed all night long.

I wave to Moodie, our general manager, at the front desk, then head on back without bothering to scan my card or sign in. Being able to come and go as I please is just one of the perks of owning the place—well, co-owning the place. With any luck my business partner has already gone home.

I’m trying to keep a low profile, keeping my head down and my steps quiet, since I don’t really want to talk to anyone before I get a chance to unwind on the machines.

“Benjamin Gold, what the hell are you doing here?”

Damn, so close. I glance longingly at the weight rack before turning to face my co-owner’s disapproving gaze.

“Just here to work out, Barb,” I say. Even though I’m almost a foot taller than Barbie, her presence looms over me. I’ve never figured out how she’s able to make herself seem so much bigger than she actually is. It must be an older sister thing.

“Work out, my ass.” Barbie raises an eyebrow at me. Her blonde hair is styled perfectly, and her makeup looks pristine, though she’s probably done at least two hours of cardio today. She gives me a light punch on the arm. “You’re supposed to be in Chattanooga.”

“I came back early.”

“Then you’re supposed to be taking the weekend off to relax.”

“I happen to find working out to be highly relaxing.”

“Now I know you don’t expect me to buy that.” Her mouth tilts into a frown. “I take it the showing didn’t go well?”

“Not so much.”

“That’s the third showing in two months,” she says with a sigh. For the past few years, my sister and I have been tossing around the idea of opening a second location. We’ve had a major uptick in revenue, and with the boom in new memberships, now seems like the perfect time to expand.

Well, it would be the perfect time if we could find a fucking second location.

“Did you at least have a nice trip?” she asks.

“The traffic wasn’t too bad this time, and the hotel breakfast was decent.” I jerk my head in the direction of our offices, figuring we might as well sit down if we’re going to continue this conversation. Barbie follows me, shutting the door behind her and then taking a seat in the chair opposite my desk.

“All right,” she says. “Lay it on me. What was wrong with this one?”

“It would be quicker to list what wasn’t wrong with it,” I grumble. “Not only did the listing conveniently choose not to disclose the extensive water damage in the basement, it left out the best part.”

“Which was?”

“The family of squirrels living in the walls.”

Barbie drops her forehead to her hands and groans loudly. She gives herself about ten seconds of moping before picking her head up with a look of newfound determination.

“Okay.” She claps her hands. “This is okay! Remember what mom always said. ‘Don’t push it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.’” She’s clearly grasping at straws to find a positive in this situation, but even I can’t fault her for trying to stay optimistic. “Maybe this is a sign that we should take a break from scouting for a while and wait for some more locations to pop up.”

“Fine by me,” I say, barely suppressing a yawn. I sit down in my office chair. “I could use a break from travelling so I can focus more here. I’ve been meaning to call Jonathan about doing some electrical work in the locker rooms.”

Barb’s face softens. “Ben, you could use a break from work in general. Look at you, you’re bone tired. You know it’s okay to take a day off every once in a while. You’ve been working too hard. Even you need rest.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine, Barb. I just didn’t sleep great last night.”

“That’s funny, how you think I’m asking you. No, little brother, I’m telling you to take the night off. Go home, go to a bar, flirt with someone cute. Whatever you need to do to relax, do it. Or else you’ll just burn yourself out.”

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