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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)

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She's a Wild One is a Small Town, Enemies to Lovers, Rival Family romance in the Wilds of Montana series, featuring Millie Wild!

From New York Times Bestselling author Kristen Proby comes the final installment in her beloved Wilds of Montana series, featuring a small town, marriage of convenience, second chance love for the ages!

I have loved Millie Wild for more than eight years. Since that summer long ago when we were inseparable, stealing moments, keeping our love a secret.

And my girl has hated me for just as long.

When my father found out about my love for Millie, the daughter of the rival family next door to us, he threatened everything I love the most if I didn’t let her go. My father didn’t give idle threats.

I had to hurt her to save her.

And for eight long years, I stayed away. But now, my father is dead and buried, leaving a caveat in the will that in order to inherit what’s rightfully mine and my sisters’, I have to marry and stay that way for one full year.

There’s only one woman in the world that I would consider saying I do to.

Millie is happy with her life, owning her coffee shop, enjoying her family. I deserve her glares, her snarky comments. Every moment of pain, from her or self-inflicted, is mine to own. She deserves so much more than me, standing on her doorstep, asking her to marry me. To help me.

But she says yes. Yes to one year of being mine, and I plan to show her that she’ll be mine until the stars fall from the sky.

With the name Lexington, I know that I’ve caused pain for not only Millie but the entire Wild family. Will I be able to convince my wild rose that I’m in love with her for all of the right reasons, or will the centuries-old family rivalry tear her away from me?

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PROLOGUE

HOLDEN

Eight Years Ago…

It’s been the best fucking month of my life.

I’ve spent every spare minute with Millie Wild and all her young, innocent beauty since I ran into her at the farmer’s market four weeks ago. She’s home for the summer from college, and like a moth to an inferno, I couldn’t stay away from her.

She’s too young for me. All my instincts scream that at me daily.

She may be an adult, but I’m pushing thirty, and I should stay away from her. At nineteen, she’s too young.

Not to mention, she’s the only daughter and youngest child of John Wild, my father’s arch nemesis. Our families have a hundred-year-old feud to maintain, so the likelihood of either of our parents sitting back and agreeing to this match is less than zero.

But I’ll be damned if I can stay away from her.

“I don’t want to go back to college,” Millie says with a sigh. We’re not on either of our properties, on the off chance we get caught. Instead, we’re sitting on a pile of blankets in the back of my truck at my good friend Brooks Blackwell’s ranch. The sun has gone down, and the stars are starting to come out.

“We still have a week,” I remind her. Her head is in my lap, and I’m brushing my fingers through her long, soft chestnut-brown hair that feels like silk against my skin. “We’ll do whatever you want before you go. Name it.”

“Except we can’t actually go on a date.” She narrows her eyes up at me. “This family feud shit is stupid, Holden. Who cares if our great-great-grandparents hated each other? Everyone needs to get over it already.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I drag my fingertip down the bridge of her nose. A coyote howls somewhere off in the distance.

I can’t stop touching her. For a month, it’s been impossible to keep my hands to myself. Whether I’m holding her hand or touching her hair or sitting like this, memorizing her gorgeous face, I need to be in constant physical contact with this incredible woman.

But I haven’t slept with her. Because once we do that, there’s no going back, and I don’t want to push her too far before she’s ready. I don’t ever want to do anything that might make her pull away from me or run in the other direction.

“Holden?”

“Yes, Rosie?”

That makes her smirk. She told me a couple of weeks ago that her favorite flower is a wild rose, and now, that’s how I think of her. My little wild rose. It’s appropriate, given that her last name is Wild.

And when I want to see that sweet smile, I call her Rosie.

“I’m not going to see you for a while, am I?”

I sigh, not wanting to think about what’s going to happen after she returns to Bozeman to go to school next week.

“I wish I could come out there every weekend to spend a couple of days with you, but I have to be here for my sisters.”

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Merry & Wild (The Wilds of Montana #0.5) Read Online Kristen Proby http://www.ilovenovels.com/merry-wild-the-wilds-of-montana-0-5-read-online-kristen-proread-online Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:37:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/merry-wild-the-wilds-of-montana-0-5-read-online-kristen-proread-online Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella Authors: Kristen Proby Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
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John Wild isn’t about to let his baby sister drive herself through a snow storm to the town holiday dance, despite not being thrilled about being at the dance himself. Until he sees that a former classmate, Joy, is also there, and he decides this party isn’t so bad after all. Wanting her to himself, away from the crowd of seemingly everyone in town, John talks Joy into going out to eat, and later, back to his ranch.

Joy has had a crush on John Wild forever, and now he’s taking her home with him. Lucky for her, the storm gets worse, and they end up snowed in at John’s cabin, and in his arms. He’s as kind as she remembers, and way sexier than she ever dreamed. Being stranded with him is more exciting than she thought possible. Not to mention, he doesn’t have any holiday decorations up, so she talks him into taking her out to cut down a tree so she can make his cabin festive for Christmas.

But when the storm clears, and it’s time to take Joy home, will John let her walk out of his life forever, or will he make Joy his forever?

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CHAPTER 1

JOHN

“I’m only going to this thing because I feel sorry for you.” I glance over at my baby sister and watch as she twists her hands together in her lap as Prince sings about a red Corvette over the radio in my truck. “And because I don’t want you driving on these roads.”

“I was born and raised in freaking Montana,” Melissa says, rolling her eyes. “I can drive in a little snow.”

“I look after the women in my family,” I remind her, and she stares over at me.

“Dude, it’s 1986, not the fifties. I don’t need you to look after me.” But then she softens and pats my arm. “But I appreciate the moral support. I don’t know why I’m wigging out over this. It’s just a Christmas party at the fire hall. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve gone to one.”

“Because he will probably be there, and you don’t want to see him. You just broke up with him last week.”

Melissa is still in high school and has been dating a guy named Pete for about a year. It was serious enough that he spent last Christmas with the family at the ranch. But after what he pulled, it’s safe to say he won’t be invited again this year.

Or any year.

“I don’t care if he’s there,” she insists, firming her chin. “He can just kiss my little white butt. He’s totally grody.”

“Right. Well, Kendra will be there, right?”

“She’s my best friend. Of course, she’ll be there.”

“Then you’re safe. And if he pulls anything, I’ll shoot him, and they’ll never find the body.”

That makes her laugh as we enter town. Our ranch is about fifteen minutes from the city limits of Bitterroot Valley, Montana, a tiny little ski town nestled in the Rocky Mountains of the western part of the state. Our family has owned the Wild River Ranch for a hundred years, and we intend to own it for a hundred more.

At least.

My father is about to retire since Melissa is about to graduate from high school. She’s the youngest of the family, and he’s ready to hand the operation over to me.

The eldest and only Wild son.

I’m excited as hell and scared out of my mind.

“There’s not much parking left,” Melissa mutters as I turn into the parking lot. “All the snow makes parking hard.”

“People definitely don’t park well in it,” I agree and find a spot at the end of a row. “Hold on. I’ll help you out. You should have worn boots.”

“I’m not wearing boots with a holiday dress,” she says for the fifth time tonight as I climb out of my truck and walk around to hold her hand as she slides out to the snow-covered ground below. “There, see? I’m fine.”

“You’re going to bust your ass.”

“I am not,” she says with a laugh and almost slips with the first step. “Whoa!”

“Hold on to me, damn it.” She grips my sleeve and holds on as I lead her to the covered entrance to the hall, where she lets go and stomps the wet snow off of her shoes. “Okay, we’re here. Now stop babying me. Sometimes it sucks being ten years younger than you.”

“Stop whining,” I suggest, and open the door for her. She’s off like a shot, looking for her friends so she can dance and mingle with other teenagers.

And now, I get to wait for her to decide that she’s ready to go home. It’s not a big deal, since I know pretty much everyone here, and I can do some mingling of my own. But there’s a storm blowing in, and I’d like to get back to the ranch so I can check on the animals and make sure they’re ready to hunker down through the worst of it.

“John Wild?”

I turn at the voice and smile down at a face I remember from high school, but I can’t place her name. “Judy?”

“Joy,” she corrects me. “It’s been a long time.”

“A long time,” I confirm with a nod, and take the offered punch in her hand. “Thanks. I thought you moved away after high school?”

“I did.” She shrugs and taps her foot as Madonna starts to sing about dressing up. “But I’m back. It’s funny because I thought I wanted to be a city girl, but it turns out the city isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It was fun for a while, and I like to visit, but Montana has my heart.”

I nod and can’t help but notice that Joy looks amazing in a simple green dress, her feet in heels, and her dark hair pinned back on one side with a clip. Her green eyes are happy and flirty, and it’s all starting to come back to me.

Yeah, Joy was always pretty as a teenager. But now, she’s absolutely beautiful.

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Total pages in book: 97
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From New York Times Bestselling author Kristen Proby comes On the Wild Side, a sizzling single mom, cowboy, small town romance in the beloved Wilds of Montana Series!

Brady Wild has focused on one thing this entire adult life: riding bulls. A three-time world champion, Brady’s body has taken a beating over the years and he knows he’s nearing the end of his impressive career. He’s had no time for relationships with his dangerous career but the minute he sees sexy single mom, Abbi Kastella, he knows it’s game over for his resolve to be single.

Abbi is a mom, first and foremost, and she’ll do whatever needs to be done to keep her daughter safe from the danger that’s chased them for half a dozen years. She’s finally been able to set down roots in Bitterroot Valley for herself and Daisy. She adores this community that has welcomed them with open arms, her new business is thriving, and she has a circle of friends that she loves and trusts. And don’t even get her started on the hazel-eyed, muscled up cowboy that makes her whole body tremble with need. Life is good in this little Montana town and Brady is showing her and her little girl what real love is supposed to be.

Despite Brady’s best intentions he can’t resist his blue-eyed siren, or the sweet little girl that has him wrapped around her little finger. But when Abbi’s past catches up with them, Brady quickly realizes that the secrets that Abbi’s been keeping from him are far worse than any damage his career could do to them. Will they lose everything before it even really begins? Or will love prevail so they can get started on their forever On the Wild Side?

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PROLOGUE

ABBI

Five Years Ago

“What am I supposed to do without you?” I can’t stop the tears that fall onto my cheeks. Nate has been in and out of sleep, and they tell me that he’ll likely slip into a coma soon, so I should say everything that I want to say now, while he can still hear me.

He’s on a ventilator, but he’s watching me with those big, brown eyes, and his hand tightens on mine.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” I continue and lean in to kiss his cheek. “It’s not fair. It’s not right.”

He squeezes me again, comforting me.

Nate is the sweetest man on the planet. He’s good and generous, and he doesn’t deserve this.

“I’ll take care of Daisy. Don’t worry about us. I promise we’ll be okay.”

His eyes suddenly look panicked, and I brush my fingers through his hair, doing my best to calm him.

“I won’t let her near our baby, Nathan. I will not.” He blinks, and I can see that he wants to talk, but he can’t.

“I know,” I continue. “We already talked about this, and everything is in place, so she can’t touch us. I’ll make sure of it. And I’ll make sure that Daisy always knows you. She’s still so little.”

Not even two years. Nate didn’t even have two whole years with his daughter before he caught pneumonia that devolved into a systemic infection, causing his organs to fail.

He isn’t going to get better. He isn’t going to leave this hospital.

And I want to wail at the injustice of it.

“I love you.” His eyes droop, and I can see that he’s so, so tired. “Thank you for five wonderful years. Thank you for being my best friend and such an awesome dad to our baby girl.”

He squeezes my hand once more, and then he’s asleep again, and all I can do is lay my head on the bed next to him and cry.

CHAPTER ONE

BRADY

“Come on, girls, it’s going to be a bitch of a winter.” I crack my whip and maneuver my horse through the snowy pasture, herding our cattle to a meadow closer to the barn, where we can keep an eye on these ladies during the coldest months of the year. Winter in Bitterroot Valley, Montana is a bitch, and it’s only early December, which means we haven’t even hit the solstice yet. We’ve already seen record snowfall this year, which tells us that it’s going to be a long, cold season.

And we need to make sure these girls make it through calving season in a few months.

“Storm’s moving in,” my oldest brother, Remington, yells out to me, and I tip my head back to look up at the sky. The wind has picked up, and the clouds have dropped and grown darker.

“Fuck,” I mutter and crack the whip again before I call back to him. “We’ll be down this hill in an hour!”

“Let’s hope the blizzard holds out that long,” Lucky, our senior ranch hand, replies. He’s got to be ninety if he’s a day. I swear, there’s never been a time when Lucky wasn’t old as fuck. And no one on this ranch knows what they’re doing better than him.

Which is saying something, because my family has owned this land for well over a hundred years. My father, leading us all up ahead, passed the reins on to Remington a few years ago. Ranching, cattle ranching, is in our blood. It’s who we are.

It’s what we do.

But shit, I think Lucky worked for my grandfather once upon a time.

I wonder if he’s a goddamn vampire.

When we’re about a mile from the pasture that the cattle will spend the winter in, the snow starts to blow harder. None of us, the humans or the animals, want to be out here in this, but it reinforces that it’s the right time to move the herd.

We might not be able to get to them in a few days, and they’ll have a better chance of survival if we can watch them.

With our heads down and our minds on the work, we get everyone safely into the fenced field in less than the hour that I predicted.

“I’ll get the water,” Bruiser, another of our men, shouts as he swings off his horse and hurries to the troughs to fill them with fresh drinking water for our cows.

Despite the troughs being heated to keep them from freezing, we’ll have to come out here several times a day to break up ice that’ll form on the top.

Montana is fucking brutal.

But damn if I don’t love her.

We work as a team to spread hay, and when everyone is settled into their new home, we lead the horses into the barn so they can warm up and rest. We all put in one hell of a day.

I take my time with my boy, Blackjack, giving him apples and brushing him well before I settle a blanket on his back and kiss his cheek.

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Total pages in book: 103
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Ryan Wild thought he had everything he could ever want. A billionaire before thirty, he’s finally
moved back home to Bitterroot Valley, built a beautiful house on his ranch, and has
recently adopted a teenage boy that has brought nothing but joy into his life. The only thing that’s been missing is the feeling of Polly in his arms since their incredible night together months ago. Memories of her touch aren’t nearly enough to satisfy him, and Ryan will do anything he can to make her his.

Polly can’t forget the one night she spent with Ryan all of those months ago, but she understood that it was a one-time deal. Yes, she still thinks about the sexy billionaire cowboy and his strong arms wrapped around her, but she’s a busy woman, with a thriving clothing shop and a group of friends that keep her on her toes. When you add in a house that always needs repairs, Polly’s days and nights are completely full. But when Ryan starts coming around, tempting her with that killer smile, heated bedroom eyes, and generous gifts, how is she supposed to stay away from him?

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RYAN

Her thick, red, fucking amazing hair is like silk between my fingers where my hand is fisted at the nape of her neck as I plunder her luscious mouth. She tastes like strawberries and champagne and absolute sin, and I can’t get enough of her.

“Jesus, God, yes,” she moans against my lips as I pluck at a nipple. At the rate we’re going, we’ll make it through the box of condoms before sunrise because I have no intention of sleeping tonight. “It’s so good.”

I’ve known her for years, have been attracted to her for just as long, and thanks to a few drinks at my brother’s wedding and some serious flirtation, I’ve got her in my bed, naked and writhing beneath me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Nibbling down her neck, I make my way to her small, round breasts and tug a nipple into my mouth. Polly Allen is petite, at least a foot shorter than me, and she has curves so damn amazing that, once they finished creating her, the gods wept with joy.

My hand glides down her belly, and I slide two fingers inside of her, only to have her grind against me and moan with anticipation.

“You’re soaking.” I kiss down her belly, needing to taste her. So, I reverse our positions and lie flat on the bed. “Sit on my face.”

Polly’s green eyes go wide, and then she laughs. “Yeah, right, I’ll smother you.”

“Not a chance.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her up my body and settle her right over my face, then grab her ass and urge her down over me so I can lick and suck and devour her.

“Oh, my God,” she moans, leaning against the dark leather headboard. Her hips move back and forth as she rides my face, and when I push my fingers inside of her again, I feel her already contracting with her impending orgasm.

She comes hard and fast, grinding down over my face, and I lap up every delicious drop of her. When she’s finished, I wiggle out from under her, tuck a pillow under her hips to keep her ass in the air, and, once I’ve protected us both, I tease her with the tip of my cock.

“For fuck’s sake, Ryan,” she breathes, pushing back, urging me to slam inside of her.

“What?” I fist that glorious hair once more, loving the way it feels in my hand, and lean in to press my lips against her ear. “What do you want, Polly? Use your words.”

“I want—” She licks her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

I grin, biting her earlobe. “Good girl.”

Taking it easy, I push inside, not wanting to hurt her, but she’s so fucking wet she takes me easily, and we both groan with the pleasure of it.

“God, you’re snug,” I growl and push up to drag my hand down her spine to the small of her back as I push in and out of her. My thumb tickles her tight little pink anus, and she yells out as she comes again, all over me.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in all of my thirty-three years, and her pussy tightening around me sends me over the edge with her.

I lean in to press my forehead against her back, then kiss her spine, right between her shoulder blades, before I pull out and collapse to the side of her.

Polly’s face is buried in a pillow, but she turns to suck in a breath and opens one emerald-green eye to watch me.

“That was fun,” she says, her voice still breathless.

“That’s one word to describe it.”

I’d use life-altering.

“I should go,” she says with a frown.

“It’s one in the morning.” I brush a lock of hair off her cheek and hook it behind her ear. “Where could you possibly need to be at this time of the night?”

“Well, you probably didn’t plan on having an overnight guest.”

“No, I didn’t plan it.” I grin and push over to kiss her soft, swollen lips. “It’s a happy surprise. You’re staying here, Polly. I’m not done with you yet.”

She lets out a strangled laugh. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“But what a way to go.”

I wake the way I always do: quickly and fully alert. But I don’t open my eyes yet. I can smell the sex and Polly’s perfume, and I could swear the sound of my name on her lips as she succumbed to that last orgasm still hangs in the air. I grin, remembering how amazing she looked, spread out like a feast before me, and I’m not ashamed to say that I took full advantage.

That couldn’t have been more than an hour ago.

I crack open one eye and glance over at my phone on the bedside table, surprised to see that it’s already eight a.m. I’m always up by six.

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Chasing Wild (The Wilds of Montana #2) Read Online Kristen Proby http://www.ilovenovels.com/chasing-wild-the-wilds-of-montana-2-read-online-kristen-proread-online Mon, 20 May 2024 22:10:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/chasing-wild-the-wilds-of-montana-2-read-online-kristen-proread-online Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Kristen Proby Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Summer Quinn’s life changed five years ago when she walked in on her boyfriend and her best friend in bed together. She silently left, ghosting both of them, and never looked back. She came to Bitterroot Valley, looking for a fresh start, and that’s exactly what she got.

After purchasing the local floral shop from her eccentric aunt and finding herself again in the absolute delight she brought to the community, Summer feels welcome and safe in her new home.

But things have started to happen. At first, she could blow it off as bad luck, or kids starting trouble. But then the bad luck turns into serious, life-threatening incidents that can’t be ignored.

Bitterroot Valley is Chase Wild’s town. His family settled the area almost a hundred and fifty years ago, and as a police officer, Chase takes pride in keeping his community safe. Sure, he’s had his eye on the gorgeous florist since she moved to town, but he’s kept his relationship with her strictly professional.

Now, someone’s trying to scare Summer. She claims she doesn’t know why, but Chase is determined to get to the bottom of it and drive the danger out of his town. As time passes, and the more he gets to know Summer, the harder it is to keep his hands off of the beautiful woman. With their connection growing, he’s falling in love with her and will do anything to keep her safe.

As Chase learns the truth of who is threatening Summer, will he be able to protect her, and will their love withstand the challenges ahead?

Chasing Wild is a standalone, contemporary romance novel, and book two in the picturesque Wilds of Montana series.

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PROLOGUE

SUMMER

Five Years Ago

I’m so freaking tired. Working two jobs, back-to-back, on the same day will do that to a girl. Especially when said girl hates said jobs with every fiber of her being.

I didn’t bust my ass through college to get a degree in political science to then turn around after graduation and work as a retail clerk and a bartender.

Not because there’s anything wrong with those vocations; I simply suck at both of them.

And the truth is, I don’t want to be an attorney, either. My parents think I should head off to law school next and follow my father’s footsteps into politics, but that’s never been my ambition.

I don’t even know what my dream is because I’ve been busy chasing someone else’s aspirations. Sitting in an office for the rest of my life, buried under papers, or addressing crowds of people and kissing strangers’ babies sounds like prison to me.

But after two months of working in retail and at the bar, I can safely say that neither of those things is what I’m meant to be doing either.

I should head back to the apartment that I share with my best friend, Lyla, but I think she planned on having a party tonight, and after a full evening of dealing with drunk college students at the bar, I’m not up for dealing with it at my own home. I want peace and quiet.

So, I head over to Dennis’s place. He’s been my boyfriend for three years. My parents introduced me to him at a gala event I was required to attend, and I actually ended up liking him, which doesn’t usually happen. Dennis wasn’t just handsome; he made me laugh, and it was easy to be with him from the moment I met him. Sure, he can be pushy and a little selfish, but who can’t, right? Lately, despite his badgering me, I haven’t been ready to live with him yet, so we’ve maintained our separate apartments. But tonight, I want to sleep for a solid ten hours.

I pad up the stairs of Dennis’s apartment building. The dark quiet of the warm summer night makes my eyes heavier, and I’m so excited to slip into bed and fall blissfully into sleep.

I use my key to unlock his door and soundlessly slip inside but notice that the lamp is still on in the living room. He doesn’t usually leave that on unless he knows that I’ll be coming here after work, but I didn’t text him before I headed this way. Maybe he’s still awake?

There’s a bowl of half-eaten popcorn on the coffee table and two bottles of beer, mostly gone.

Something has the hair on the back of my neck prickling, and everything in me goes cold.

With a frown, I cross to the short hallway that leads to his bedroom and notice a T-shirt and a sundress tossed carelessly on the floor. Closer to the bedroom door are pants, boxers, and panties.

And when I reach the doorway of Dennis’s bedroom, I find the man himself sleeping soundly in the bed, with my best friend, Lyla, wrapped around him, also sleeping.

I stay perfectly quiet as I watch them for a moment and wonder how long this has been going on. Is it new? Has it been going on the whole time that Dennis and I have been together?

And then it occurs to me that I just don’t give a shit. As I watch them sleep, I don’t feel much of anything at all.

I return to the living room, take his key off of my keyring, and set it on the small kitchen counter. I don’t care if I recover the few pieces of my clothing in his bedroom, and when I glance around, I realize that there’s nothing else in this apartment that belongs to me. We had mediocre sex on that couch too many times to count. I worked extra shifts and bought him the TV for Christmas because his old one died on him in the middle of a video game challenge. He cooked me dinner in this kitchen every Sunday night. But aside from memories, there’s nothing here for me. So, I walk out, down the steps, and out to my car, where I sit for about five minutes, trying to gauge how I feel about this new development.

Shouldn’t I be crying? Should I have yelled and thrown things and screamed at the two people who I’m supposed to trust the most in the world? Because, in the moment, none of that occurred to me.

“I really don’t care,” I mutter, shaking my head as I lean my head against the seat. “I don’t want this life. I don’t want him, and I obviously don’t want Lyla either. None of this is what I would have chosen for myself if I’d been given the chance to choose after high school.”

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From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes an all-new small-town series set in Montana, starting with WILD FOR YOU, an Age-Gap, Single Dad, Nanny, Grumpy/Sunshine romance!

Remington Wild is a single dad of two adorable kids, and as the oldest son of the Wild family, has recently taken over the Wild River Ranch from his father. Life is crazy, and he’s finally willing to admit that he needs help, and the sooner the better. He has no idea that the beautiful woman he sees every day at Bitterroot Valley Coffee Co. is the woman who would show up for the job.

Erin Montgomery couldn’t get out of Seattle fast enough. It’s not that she doesn’t love her big, loud family, but living in the big city just wasn’t for her. The minute she stepped foot in Bitterroot Valley, she knew she was home. She loves the slower pace, the friendly people, and her job at the coffee shop. Even the smoking hot grumpy guy who stops in every afternoon can’t put a damper on how much she loves small town life!

Thanks to car trouble, and her stubbornness when it comes to using her trust fund, Erin needs a second job and applies for the position of a part-time nanny. She’s surprised to find that it’s Grumpy himself who answers the door at the ranch, but Erin quickly learns that she loves his kids and the ranch, and it’s a no-brainer to take the job. She just has to remind herself to resist the sexy rancher and keep it strictly professional.

Remington is attracted to his younger nanny, and finds himself falling headfirst in love with her. He and his kids have never been happier, and he knows she is the perfect addition to their family for as long as she’s willing to stay. Hopefully forever.

But when secrets are exposed, one of which endangers his children, will their love survive? Or will it tear them apart?

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Prologue

Remington

“Sir?”

Numb, and not a little lost, I turn from the window that looks out to Bozeman, to the woman standing behind me. “Yes?”

“I know this is an incredibly difficult time, but would you like to meet your daughter?”

My daughter.

Our daughter. Mine and Jessica’s.

“Oh, of course. Yeah.”

“Right this way.” She gestures for me to follow her and leads me down a long, stark hallway lit too brightly with fluorescent lights. Behind closed doors, I can hear people talking, some crying.

And all I can think is, get me out of here.

“I understand that the circumstances are, well, different, but I have to ask you some questions.”

“Sure, just let me see the baby first, okay?” Yeah, my voice is harsh and short, but for fuck’s sake, I haven’t even met my child yet.

“Of course,” she says and leads me into a room.

A recovery room.

“This is where your wife would have been—” She breaks off and clears her throat. “Go ahead and have a seat, and I’ll wheel your daughter in.”

I nod and sit in the one uncomfortable chair opposite the empty bed.

That’s where Jessica should be, not on her way to an operating room to⁠—

“Here she is,” the same nurse says as she walks back into the room, wheeling the hospital cradle to me.

I look inside, and there’s my little girl.

“Six pounds, four ounces,” the nurse says, “and eighteen inches long. She’s perfectly healthy, Mr. Wild.”

“Yeah.” I have to clear my throat as I gaze down at the baby. “She’s beautiful.”

“What’s her name?”

I reach in and scoop her up, then lift her to my face and breathe her in. She smells like baby powder and, ironically, hope.

“Mr. Wild?”

I kiss my daughter’s cheek and then look up at the nurse, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“What’s her name?”

“Holly,” I reply, looking down into the face that looks so much like Jess’s. “She wanted to name her Holly.”

“That’s lovely. I’ll leave you be now. The doctor will be in shortly.”

I nod but don’t reply, and when it’s just Holly and me, I let out a long breath. The baby’s eyes are open, and although I know she can’t see me, she’s looking up at me.

“You are the most beautiful, amazing girl ever born,” I whisper. “And you and your older brother are going to be best buds.”

I swipe at a tear running down my cheek as Holly opens her tiny mouth and searches for her fist.

She’s hungry.

“Don’t worry, okay? We’re going to make this work. I mean, this isn’t my first rodeo, and my parents live close by. Heck, you have three uncles and an aunt close by, too, so there are plenty of grown-ups to take care of things.”

I sigh and lean in to press my lips to her forehead.

“But, my sweet girl, your mama didn’t make it. I’m so sorry.”

I swallow hard and cuddle Holly against my shoulder as I wonder what in the hell I’m going to do.

“I’m so damn sorry.”

Chapter One

Erin

“You’re changing the sign!”

I grin up at the man who’s screwing in the new sign.

Welcome to Bitterroot Valley, Population 8,746.

“The population changed again,” he calls down to me, and I nod.

Yeah, I am one of the new residents who has changed the population from 8,731. I moved here in December, and since then, three babies have been born, along with a couple of new families that moved to town.

Just in the past four months.

“How often do you change it?” I call back.

“Once a year, when it’s warm enough to climb up on a ladder without freezing to death,” he informs me. I nod, look at the sign once more in satisfaction, and then keep walking, on my way to work.

It’s official. I’m a citizen of Bitterroot Valley, Montana. I mean, sure, I’ve technically been that since December when I came here with all my cousins for a vacation and decided to stay, but it feels extra official now, and I couldn’t be happier. I knew as soon as we landed here that this was my home.

With a little more bounce in my step, I make my way down the sidewalk. It’s finally springtime, which means that the bitter cold from winter seems to be over. We still have a little snow on the ground, and I’ve been told that the mountains will have snow until early summer, but it’s finally warm enough to walk to my job at Bitterroot Valley Coffee Co.

I love my job. I’ve met so many people already, thanks to the coffee shop. I have my regulars who never miss a day, and the best part is, I’m still meeting new people all the time. I’ve never really considered myself to be a social butterfly, but I admit that it was hard to move away from my huge, loud family to a place where I knew absolutely no one. But I’ve started to weave myself into the community, and it’s only made me love this little town more.

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