OH MY HEAVENS! I absolutely LOVED this book! I was all up in my feels and Wyatt was so good to and for Trista! Trista’s upbringing was completely different from Wyatt’s experience. He understood her needs and treaded carefully. But he wanted her to know he was serious and wasn’t going anywhere. He was quite swoony and Trista had a hard time just being the cow. (IYKYK) But Trista opened Wyatt up to more as well! He had a hard time saying no to her! And little by little, his world opened up a bit more. I can’t recommend this book enough! Don’t let it pass you by!
From Amazon #1 bestselling author Amy Daws, comes an all-new small town, spicy romance sure to hit you in the gut with laughs, feels, and mountain man grunts.
Help Wanted: Grumpy Mountain Man seeks baby momma. Job is an incubator position only. Surrogate must be impervious to grunting in the form of communication and nosey brotherly neighbors. Rustic mountain range housing available upon request.
I wanted to pummel my irritating brothers when they posted their own version of a wanted ad to help me with my life.
But I can’t fault the results once the right woman lands on my lap.
Becoming a single father is not a decision I made lightly. In fact, it’s the biggest decision of my entire life.
Which is why when I interview Trista, I know she’s perfect.
She’s wild, she’s opinionated, she wears cowboy boots. Even my pet goat loves her…
She’s the exact type of person I was holding out for.
And to my great horror, I realize on our first night of attempting this baby making dance…when the lights are low, the cheap wine is flowing, and the home insemination supplies are laid out on the kitchen counter…
I want to do a lot more than just make her my surrogate.
I want to make her mine.
Excerpt
“You want to talk about frustrating?” I stomp over to the counter and slam my purse down so I can grab a fistful of granola bars. “Stop laying these barn snacks out. I know you’re doing it just for me. You’re not subtle, Wyatt.”
He turns on his heel and scoffs. “Oh, you don’t like those?”
“I love them!” I retort.
“Then what is the issue?” he begs, his hands stretched out in confusion.
“I don’t know!” I cry out with exasperation, and Millie bleats her agreement. Or maybe her disagreement. I suppose she’s Team Wyatt since he saved her damn life, the traitor. I rake my hands through my hair and damn near sob, “I just want to feel like I can breathe again. Like I can take a full breath without feeling your presence all around me. I’m used to being on my own, and you are smothering me.”
His blue eyes darken as he stares at me from across the barn, watching my chest rise and fall with the emotion of my confession. It feels weird to accept so much from one person. It feels wrong and worrisome, and I want clearer boundaries.
With a pop of his jaw, he pushes off the stall and stalks toward me. I shift, feeling like I should be running for the hills from this crazy man who’s just trapped me up on a mountain alone with him. But I don’t run. I stand my ground as he moves into my personal space, enveloping me in his scent. My ass presses up against the butcher-block counter as he bows over me and dips his head so he can meet my eyes straight on.
“Or maybe, just maybe…” his deep voice rumbles, causing my entire body to tremble. “You’re not being smothered enough.”
I struggle to meet his eyes as he looms over me in all his giant, flannel-wearing glory. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, maybe if I just kissed you right now…maybe if I stuck my tongue down your throat and laid you down in one of these stalls and fucked your brains out like the fantasy you described in the truck, we could both finally breathe a little bit easier.”
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