What to expect:
Ex-boyfriend’s dad
20+ year age gap
Boss’s daughter
Small town ranch life
Workplace forbidden vibes
Secret relationship
Family saga series
A forbidden age gap stand-alone from small-town romance author Brooke Montgomery about a daring horse trainer and her off-limits ex-boyfriend’s dad…
When we met at the rodeo, I only knew his first name.
Sparks ignited between us, and we spent an unforgettable night together. It's not until the morning after when I recognize his last name do I realize who he is.
So I do what any rational woman would and make the walk of shame while he sleeps. It's not like I'll ever see him again or have to explain why I left.
But I'm proven wrong when he shows up at my family's ranch as the new farrier.
We can't be more than friends—for many reasons.
He's twice my age, workplace relationships are off-limits, and he moved back to rebuild a relationship with his son—the one I used to date.
Getting involved would ruin everything.
As we struggle between right and wrong, our connection deepens even though his traumatic past makes him doubt he deserves a second chance.
But it doesn't matter when everything's against us, including a rival who's out to get me and my ex who's determined to win me back.
After a riding trick goes wrong on his watch, he insists on taking care of me. Even though the odds are stacked against us, we keep the truth to ourselves.
But secrets don't stay hidden for long in a Southern small town.
Excerpt:
Noah’s POV:
Fuck, where is my bra?
After Fisher took off my dress, I flung my bra somewhere. I’m not about to leave without it since it’s the only one I packed. I don’t need my piercings blinding my family.As I lower to my hands and knees, crawling around with my ass straight up, I find it underneath his jeans.
Thank God.
Next, I dig in my bag for my panties.
It’s one thing to make the walk of shame at seven in the morning, but it’s shameful to do it commando.
And I am a classy Southern lady, after all.
With the exception of last night.
Once I’m dressed and slide on my boots, I grab the rest of my things. Fisher hasn’t stirred once since I climbed over his naked body and slid out of his bed. I’m half tempted to check his neck for a pulse.That’d be my luck.
Best sex of my life leads to him dying afterward.
I know he’s older, but he’s not that old.
When I see his wallet on the counter, I contemplate taking a peek at his license to see his birth year. Amid our grinding against each other make-out session, I asked if he had a condom, and he told me to grab one from his wallet, which was in the back pocket of his jeans. Once I grabbed it, I tossed the leather aside.Glancing once more at Fisher to make sure he’s still in a sleep coma, I open his wallet and look at his ID.
He’s forty-four.
Exactly twice my age.
Okay, so it’s not that bad.
He doesn’t even look forty.
It could be worse. He could be fifty.
But then I blink, reread his full name, and it does. It gets so much worse.
Fisher Underwood.
It can’t be. My throat tightens as I choke down the surprise I never expected.
I need to get the hell out of here before he wakes up.
God, I hope this is a hangover dream.
More like a nightmare.
All the air gets sucked out of my lungs at the realization.
I just slept with my ex-boyfriend’s dad.
Copyright 2023 @Brooke Montgomery
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