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City-girl Sophie is thrilled to inherit her Grandpa’s ranch. There’s only one problem – she’s terrified of cows.
When a run-in with her boss leaves Sophie’s journalism career in tatters, she trades the high life of Cape Town for her inheritance and a God-given dream—an old cattle ranch smack in the middle of River Valley, a small town nestled along the eastern coast of South Africa.
She soon discovers that it’s one thing for a city-girl to attempt to run a cattle ranch, quite another to keep it going through a drought, and virtually impossible when you harbor a secret cow phobia. Sophie needs help fast.
On one hand, there’s Benjamin Coleman, a cowboy straight off a ranch in the USA. Benjamin isn't scared of cows, he's a hard worker and throws himself into the demands of the ranch, refusing any payment.
Sophie needs him, but can she trust a man so full of secrets?
Then there’s her neighbor, self-made billionaire, Carter Shaw. He offers to fund her ranch operations, his only condition is that she has dinner with him once a week. Simple, right?
Sophie needs him too, but can’t bring herself to trust there aren’t strings attached to his generosity.
Can Sophie brave the cows, launch her dream, keep the two guys from clobbering each other and come out with her heart in one piece?
Phoenix Park is the man I dream about...hitting with my car, that is.
He's rich. He's attractive. He's the absolute worst. But after I fall prey to an internet scam and lose every last penny in my account (please don’t ask), it’s Phoenix who swoops in with an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll marry him for the summer so he can inherit the family company from his dying grandmother, and in return, he’ll drop a hefty sum of money into my bank account.
Buy me a pair of sweatpants with GOLD DIGGER across the butt, because I’m just desperate enough to agree.
Our arrangement is only supposed to be for a few months, until Phoenix’s poor grandmother passes. I can pretend for that long. I can stop insulting him long enough to force a few smiles and some lovey-dovey glances. But with every touch we share, with every kiss we fake, I find the walls around my heart beginning to crack--letting in feelings I'm not prepared for.
And when Phoenix’s grandmother makes a miraculous recovery, leaving us stuck indefinitely in this charade of holy matrimony? That’s when I know I’m really in trouble.
Can one day change your life? What about one month? Let me be the first to tell you, it can. If something or someone is meant to be in your life, there’s no stopping it once the wheels are in motion.
My name is Jasper Conner, and I never could've imagined how one month would turn my life upside down. I write the newspaper column Helen’s Helpful Hints. Everything was running smoothly until one day, Morgan, the owner of the Morning Gazette, decided it would be better if my picture was posted above the column instead of Helen’s.
Oh, did I mention, I disagree?
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I stumbled into Ballyhoos just because its name sounded fun. My name is Dana Littleton, and at twenty-seven years old, I was jobless, homeless, and broke. And now my parents threatened to cut me out of their estate plan. The nerve of them. I was their only daughter—their only child, for that matter. How could they do that to me?
As I sat at the bar drowning my sorrow in Dr. Pepper, I noticed this oddly dressed guy staring at me. Turns out, this guy who looked like he belonged in the ‘70s, held the answers to my problems.
At least, that’s what the bartender said.
This is an audiobook
How did I find myself sharing a tent with my obnoxious—albeit gorgeous—neighbor, Isabella Romero? It all started with a stupid bet.
All I had to do in order to win was something unpredictable. (Which my brother thought was impossible for the ever-boring David Windell).
Well, I showed him . . . by booking a trek in the Andes Mountains to see Machu Picchu.
When the brochure for the expedition mysteriously appeared on my front porch, it was like fate interceded: I could win the bet while simultaneously getting a vacation from my irritating neighbor.
Two birds, one stone.
Except, it turns out that was Isabella's brochure . . . and she booked the same trip.
So here I am, stuck sharing a tent with the woman who drives me crazy-and makes my heart race like never before.