Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
He just doesn’t know it yet.
Sleeping with my family’s enemy wasn’t planned. Oops. Too late.
It was a one-night stand in Costa Rica, and names were the last thing we wanted to exchange. What can I say? The man was hot as sin.
Blue-sky eyes.
Broad, athletic shoulders.
A smile that just about did me in.
I came home with more than his cowboy hat as a souvenir.
Four years later, that sweet memento calls me Mommy.
I’m a busy single mom helping to run the Dover empire. The last thing I need is a vacation fling showing up wearing the one name on the back of his baseball jersey that’s forbidden by my family. Greene.
Annoyingly arrogant.
Infuriatingly irritating.
A smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
Just my luck when I need to break the news, he’s my son’s father.
He came to play baseball, not be a dad, so I have no intention of getting me and our son caught up in his game. But even the strongest walls have faults, and when we start spending time together, mine begin to crumble.
Is the universe giving us a second chance or are we caught up in a small-town frenzy?
Small Town Frenzy is a spicy, sports, rivals to lovers, surprise child, cowboy, small town romance where he falls first and hard. This hometown hero book is a complete stand-alone
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PROLOGUE
Griffin Greene
“You forget something, cowboy?”
A kiss?
Thanking her for the great sex?
Giving her my phone number?
One night was all this was supposed to be. At least that was the impression I got from her last night when she grabbed me coming out of a bar on Jaco Beach and kissed me.
Has she changed her mind?
I wouldn’t be surprised. The sex was incredible. Best I ever had. It’s safe to assume she feels the same, considering how many times I made her . . . I smirk, feeling cocky over the achievement.
I’m not opposed to the idea of sharing numbers if that’s what she wants, but I’ll let her take the lead. I turn back before opening the hotel door to see the beauty propped up on her elbows, my cowboy hat on her head, and a smile as wide as Big Bend National Park with her fantastic tits on display. I’m fully distracted, so it’s hard to notice anything else. I force my gaze up to her eyes—because I’m a gentleman like that—and grin. “Oh yeah? What’s that, babe?”
“Your hat.” She taps under the brim of the hat that has traveled five continents with me over the past six years, raising it higher on her forehead. To say she looks incredible wouldn’t do this vision justice.
With her arousal on full display, those perfect pink buds peaking for me, and a spark flashing in her green eyes, she sure tempts me to stay. “You keep it.” The words are out before I can think them through, and the surprise on her features might mirror mine. That hat was one of the few things I took with me when I left Peachtree Pass. How many years ago was that? But it feels right to give it a new home.
If I’ve learned anything from my mom’s passing or the ending to my baseball career, it’s that nothing is meant to last forever. I say, “A little something to remember me by.”
“A souvenir of our time together?” The smile doesn’t falter even when she shifts on the mattress, eyeing me like she already knows exactly who I am without so much as exchanging a name. Granted, she didn’t ask for or offer one. I didn’t either, so it seemed like a settled subject. Wrapping her arms around her bent legs, she says, “I don’t need a hat to remember you.”
Although it was a bit of a hasty start to a one-night stand, I’d only had a few beers last night and got a good look at her. She was fucking stunning. The sky threatened a summer downpour, but she stood like an angel under a neon-pink bar sign. Brown hair wild from the wind, glistening tanned skin from too much sun and dancing in the heat of Costa Rica at night, and that fine body wrapped in not much more than two scarves—one tied around her back, and another at her hip that was seriously enticing to tug loose, only to discover a bikini bottom was hidden underneath and nothing else.
“Glad to know I’m unforgettable.” I wink. I love the sound of her laughter as it fills the five-star room she’s been calling a “crash pad.” But it pales compared to her smile, which about knocks me over because it’s so stunning. It’s the kind of smile I’d like to spend more time appreciating, but I’m not sure staying is a good idea.
Names will get involved, potentially feelings or even hearts, and I’m in no position to be any good for someone like her. She was out of my league long before she kissed me, so she’ll only be disappointed if I stay.
I unlock the bolt and take hold of the doorknob. “You don’t have to rush out the door, you know?” Her guileless tone has me turning back again.
“I don’t, but don’t you think it’s best?” I study her, the way her eyes are fixed on mine, but the corners remain soft as if she still believes in fairy tales and happy endings. So beautiful.
“No.” She’s simple and direct, a lot like last night. “I don’t think it’s best. I think it’s easiest for you, though.”
At one time in my life, those words would have stung. I know when it’s time to make my exit, though. “Keep the hat. It looks better on you.”
Sitting up, she grasps for words as her expression funnels through a few emotions before landing on annoyance. Her lips purse, the pink whitening when she bites the lower one. I’m not surprised. She seems like the kind of woman who’s used to getting what she wants. “I don’t want you to go. Not yet.”
With the sheet puddled around her waist, I look her over again. She’s not wearing anything under the covers, and there’s just something about seeing this beauty in my hat that has me thinking about throwing caution to the wind with her. Again. “Why’s that?”