From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Blanchard comes a heartfelt and emotional slice-of-life holiday novella featuring the main characters from Warrior.
I thought I knew everything about love…
Losing it, winning it back.
Now I’ll have to learn what it takes to keep it.
Four years after I made her mine, Livvie and I are living a happily ever after I know I man like me doesn’t deserve. Our only problem now? Stealing moments away from our busy lives for ourselves.
This holiday, I’m determined to get my wife alone for a romantic night…just the two of us.
I loved to hate her…
She made it so easy. She was everything I wasn’t—everything I didn’t want to be.
A reminder that from the moment I was born, I was the outcast. The rebel.
I went against everything that was expected of me and created a life on my terms. I built my own empire, carved out my own destiny.
Then she shows up at my tattoo studio, representing everything I tried to escape. She expects to just fit in… like she ever could.
The posh girl trying to prove everyone wrong… that she can be something else—someone else. She hates me because she knows I’m right.
Or so I think. Turns out this isn’t the first time we’ve met, and our hate has history. We have history.
I might not have remembered, but I damn sure won’t forget now. Won’t forget how her smile is always directed at everyone but me.
If everything changes and she proves she does fit in, will it still be hate I’m feeling or something else entirely?
And if I’m wrong, then she’s right where she belongs… with me.
I met him on the shittiest day of my life. And being arrested for prostitution wasn’t the worst part. Legend had it my new stepbrother was called Dynomite because, well, he spewed like a raging volcano. That only made me hate him more, thinking about his damned volcano. I loathed him and his arrogant vanity, his smug self-assurance. Dyno Drummond had no reason for vanity as far as I could tell. He was just an outlaw, a horse that couldn’t be tamed, a down and dirty vaquero who dreamed of being a rodeo star. He busted his way into my life, my house, fucking everything that walked. Not me. I was Miss Squarepants, Head Bitch, holier-than-thou cheerleader who couldn’t be touched. Dyno called me a Force-Me Queen. If only I knew what that meant. My football playing boyfriend was a brainless goon. My BFF coveted and loathed Dyno just as I did. Dyno’s only friend was the alcoholic Native American, Sequoia, the kid on the fast track to nowhere. Seven years ago, the shit hit the fan. Dyno left, did a few tours as a SEAL, and came back different—decorated, mature. He thinks he’s tough enough to rejoin the circuit and become a bareback bronc champ again. He thinks he can break me, too. Well, he’s got another thing coming. I don’t break easily. Bad cowboy. Go to my room.
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