Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He brushed his lips against her cheek, and her heart skipped another beat.
They started walking, his arm around her shoulders, and she gave up counting the number of times her heart would skip a beat.
She knew she should be used to it by now, but...
Hopeless, Anah thought with an inner sigh.
Everything about Ethan would always make her heart skip a beat.
Always did.
And always would.
Anah was startled when Ethan suddenly reached for her wrist.
"I almost forgot."
She glanced down and saw Ethan attaching a third charm to the bracelet he had given her years ago. She knew now that the cloud was meant to symbolize how she seemed like a dream to him, and as for the third...
"Ethan!"
He grinned. "You like it?"
"A phonebooth. Seriously?"
"I can't wait to hear how you'll try explaining it to our friends."
Anah made a face.
"And what do you know..." Ethan suddenly stopped walking that Anah ended up half-bumping into him.
"What are you loo—-" Her jaw dropped when she saw what had caught his attention. Oh no.
But he had already started dragging her towards the phonebooth.
The End
NOTE: PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED as Falling for the Billionaire Rancher
If my life were a romance novel, I'd be Prince Charming's...best friend.
Five years ago, a viral post changed my life, and I went from broke 21-year-old college undergrad to 26-year-old "girl boss" with almost a million followers on social media.
But even so.
I feel like I'm a nobody the whole world has mistaken for somebody, and that's why...
When I end up stranded in a small town, and the local hero acts like I'm the girl he's been waiting for his entire life?
I don't believe it, of course. I know it's just a matter of time before he realizes I'm no leading-lady material. If my life were a romance novel, someone as gorgeous as Aidan Blackwood shouldn't even know I exist...so why can't he stop looking at me like I'm his next meal?
The Local Hero and Miss Ordinary
by Marian Tee
Prologue
DOUG POWELL WAS LIVING the life. He had a wife he adored, two children whose smiles brightened his days, and a job that he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. As a former soldier, Doug's main desire after being honorably discharged was to be as far away as possible from the horror and violence of war, and one certainly couldn't get any further than the remote mountaintop town of Hartland, Wyoming.
Everything was peaceful and simple here. Breakfast at Redwood Cafe or McDonald's, maybe borrow a horse from the local stables for an outdoor date with his wife, and there was always the weekend fair to look forward to or a thirty-minute drive to Laramie so he could treat his kids to the latest Marvel flick.
As for his job...there wasn't much to do, really. Doug was one of the dozen or so police officers who reported directly to the town's police chief, and in the two years he had been working in Hartland, the most "action" he had seen was having to warn residents about a possible avalanche. That was basically it. On paper.
Off-record, however...
Like everyone else making up the town's permanent workforce, Doug had one very important "secret" duty, and it was to protect Hartland's biggest secret at all costs. While the whole world might see Hartland as nothing but an inconsequential speck on the map, the town's residents actually consisted of billionaires, sheikhs, and heiresses in disguise.
Doug's own boss was part of this rarefied group, never mind if the ex-soldier had yet to see Aidan Blackwood act the part. The guy worked hard as the rest of them, and Doug had yet to see the younger man act entitled. Not a once, and come to think of it, he couldn't even remember a single instance that Blackwood had asked any of the staff to make him a cup of coffee.
Honestly, if Doug's daughter happened to be eighteen rather than eight, he would've happily started matchmaking and prayed to the heavens that his little girl would become his boss's bride.
Point was, Hartland's police chief was the real deal, no matter what way one looked at it. Blackwood had the smarts and the money, and the man was even ludicrously attractive to boot. But because most girls these days were after money and fame...
Doug turned his attention back to his boss, who at this moment looked spectacularly handsome...all on his lonesome. Tonight was a rather special night in Hartland, and Doug, along with all the other cops, were stationed discreetly around the small church where the town's young librarian was marrying the local florist.
Most people would probably think the amount of incognito security on-site was overkill, but those same people likely didn't know the florist was another Blackwood, and thus a billionaire in his own right as well.
Ethan was the youngest of three brothers, and his bride Anah had only been sixteen when she first fell in love with him. More importantly, Anah had no idea Ethan was a billionaire at the start, and the same could also be said when Thornton Blackwood's now-wife Blake had started working for him as his assistant.