Buy Links | SynopsisWhat happens when two dreams collide? Fed up with the farm life and his one-time love of training horses, John Wilson has traded his tattered boots and jeans for power suits and cufflinks. Through hard work and determination, John has just graduated from law school and is focused on a fresh start. Refusing to let his bitter past hinder his future, John is intent on moving forward with his new life. Except there’s one last thing he has to do—settle old debts before he can truly move on. Unfortunately, settling debts involves him returning to a life he’s worked hard to forget. A mind-numbing summer working on a horse farm awaits him, and he’s dreading every damn minute of it. Edie James is mourning the loss of her grandfather when John Wilson shows up in his perfectly tailored suit, reeking sexiness and city elegance—everything she’s not. Their meeting is less than pleasant as they both distastefully size up one another. She thinks he’s arrogant and a white-collar yuppie. He thinks she’s a simple, goody two-shoes farm girl. Edie’s grandfather made a new will before he passed leaving stipulations in order for Edie to inherit the family farm. And as if that wasn’t enough of a challenge, the suit has to work on the farm with her for three months to settle a debt he owed to her grandfather. And he’s moving in with her. With a rocky start, the two seemingly polar opposites call a truce and attempt to be friends. As their unexpected friendship blooms, an attraction develops and both realize their first impression of each other is far from the truth. Now, this once dreaded summer is set to be one of the hottest and most unforgettable they’ve ever had. |
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“Why do girls like this? You know, cheesy sex books?” I lean on the island and watch as she begins placing the items from the bag into the fridge. My eyes inevitably watch her ass the entire time. Her little hot pink panties are playing peekaboo from under her jeans, taunting me, as she moves.
“Why do guys like cheesy porn?” she counters as she shuts the fridge and whips open a cabinet door. I can’t tell if my questions are making her uncomfortable, but she seems like this conversation doesn’t bother her.
“Porn is different than that.” I nod at the book.
“How so?” This time she spins around and leans against the counter so she can watch me answer.
“You can see it. Naked bodies and such.” I shrug.
“Hmm,” she mumbles and turns back to the grocery bag. “Porn gives you an image. You only see what they want you to see. Books let you fill in the blanks, make it what you want. Books give you the idea of fantasy, but you get to perfect the lover in your mind. In porn we watch them touch one another, in a book, with your imagination, it’s like they’re touching you.”
Her answer is so in depth and honest, it takes me a moment to respond. “So, you use these books to...” I stop myself. What the fuck am I asking her? I just met this girl. My mother would roll over in her grave if she could see me now. You can’t ask a girl, let alone a farm girl, if she masturbates to her erotica books. Edie chuckles and glances at me over her shoulder. “Suit.” She says my nickname I’m less than thrilled about. “I’m a twenty-three-year-old farm girl with no boyfriend living in the country. Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. Sometimes it leads to that.”
My dick twitches with excitement. She masturbates. Sweet mother of Jesus, I’ll never get that fucking image out of my head. I wonder if she has a vibrator or if she--
“So listen,” she interrupts my journey on the highway to hell thinking about her pleasuring herself. “I know we got off to a rocky start, but I’d like to start over. I have a feeling maybe being here isn’t your cup of tea and I thought maybe we could at least be friends.”
“Why do guys like cheesy porn?” she counters as she shuts the fridge and whips open a cabinet door. I can’t tell if my questions are making her uncomfortable, but she seems like this conversation doesn’t bother her.
“Porn is different than that.” I nod at the book.
“How so?” This time she spins around and leans against the counter so she can watch me answer.
“You can see it. Naked bodies and such.” I shrug.
“Hmm,” she mumbles and turns back to the grocery bag. “Porn gives you an image. You only see what they want you to see. Books let you fill in the blanks, make it what you want. Books give you the idea of fantasy, but you get to perfect the lover in your mind. In porn we watch them touch one another, in a book, with your imagination, it’s like they’re touching you.”
Her answer is so in depth and honest, it takes me a moment to respond. “So, you use these books to...” I stop myself. What the fuck am I asking her? I just met this girl. My mother would roll over in her grave if she could see me now. You can’t ask a girl, let alone a farm girl, if she masturbates to her erotica books. Edie chuckles and glances at me over her shoulder. “Suit.” She says my nickname I’m less than thrilled about. “I’m a twenty-three-year-old farm girl with no boyfriend living in the country. Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. Sometimes it leads to that.”
My dick twitches with excitement. She masturbates. Sweet mother of Jesus, I’ll never get that fucking image out of my head. I wonder if she has a vibrator or if she--
“So listen,” she interrupts my journey on the highway to hell thinking about her pleasuring herself. “I know we got off to a rocky start, but I’d like to start over. I have a feeling maybe being here isn’t your cup of tea and I thought maybe we could at least be friends.”
Fun Facts about BN Toler
She is addicted to Coca Cola
She hates onions
She loves thunderstorms
She wants to have Karen Marie Moning's babies
She curses....a lot...like way too much
She's immensely afraid of snakes
She fangirls over M.Pierce
She HATES reality television
She could eat her weight in Snickers candy bars
She loves books and movies that make her cry
She cries over anything remotely sad
She loves the Lord
She LOVES Jack Daniels and Ginger Ale. (too much)
She hopes she hasn't bored you to death.
She hates onions
She loves thunderstorms
She wants to have Karen Marie Moning's babies
She curses....a lot...like way too much
She's immensely afraid of snakes
She fangirls over M.Pierce
She HATES reality television
She could eat her weight in Snickers candy bars
She loves books and movies that make her cry
She cries over anything remotely sad
She loves the Lord
She LOVES Jack Daniels and Ginger Ale. (too much)
She hopes she hasn't bored you to death.
Author Info
B N Toler lives in Virginia with her epic husband, Toler, and her three rowdy children. When she's not reading and writing, she's thinking about reading and writing. Before she became a self-proclaimed writer, she worked as a real estate agent and as an orthodontic technician. **She will notice your teeth before your eyes or hair or anything.** She enjoys shopping (way too much) and is on a first name basis with several employees at the local Target in her town. She loves music,(bluegrass, country, 80's, actually she loves most music ~her favorite song is American Pie by Don McLean and she worships anything that is Elvis and Johnny Cash and Eric Church) dancing, (even though she sucks at it) reading, writing, eating (too much) sleeping late, (which she rarely gets to do) and laughing. If you can make her laugh, she will love you forever. |