Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I bet with the right motivation, he’ll be willing to do just that.”
I grinned. “What kind of motivation?”
Declan looked up as if he was genuinely trying to think of something. “We haven’t christened the sunroom yet.”
I laughed. “As much as making love to you in the sunroom sounds awesome, I don’t think I can. I feel like a beached whale.”
“You look like a beautiful goddess.”
Rolling my eyes, I stretched up and kissed him. “You’re sweet for saying that, but I don’t feel like a goddess. I have heartburn, my feet are aching, and I really, really want Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Cherry Garcia.”
Declan nodded as he picked up the pan with the yellow paint and roller. “You’re in luck. I have just the thing for your heartburn, I can take care of those aching feet, and I have three tubs of Chocolate Cherry Garcia ready and waiting.”
“Three tubs?” I asked with glee.
“Three tubs, baby.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Declan shook his head. “I do it all for love. And maybe a bite of your ice cream.”
I gasped in mock horror. “You want some of my ice cream? I’m not sure I can agree to that.”
A wicked glint appeared in Declan’s eyes. “You remember what the doctor said about orgasms, don’t you?”
I felt my face heat. My OB had indeed said sex and orgasms could possibly induce labor. Declan had taken that as a challenge. “I do remember.”
He set the pan down, took my hand in his, and drew me to him. Kissing me along my neck and up to my ear, he whispered, “Let me fuck you with my mouth, Harper.”
My knees grew weak, and I let out a soft moan. “That does sound better than the ice cream.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
I let out a hum of pleasure—then a gasp as he kissed my neck. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Declan asked, nipping at the lobe of my ear.
“My water just broke.”
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The Butterfly Effect
Book 1 Boggy Creek Valley
PROLOGUE
Willa
I sat in the kitchen, daydreaming about the one person who seemed to always take up the spare space in my head.
Aiden O’Hara.
If you looked up handsome in the dictionary, you’d see his picture under the word. Such a clichéd thing to say, but it was true. Dark brown hair and gray eyes that changed colors depending on his mood, the color of his shirt, or even if the sky was blue or cloudy. He had a body that should have belonged on a twenty-something-year-old instead of an eighteen-year-old. My older sister once said Aiden had hair that made a girl want to slip her fingers through it and see if it was as smooth and soft as it looked.
There was more to Aiden than his good looks though. He was kindhearted and would do anything for anyone if they asked. Aiden was smart. Very smart. Out of almost one-hundred kids in his graduating class, Aiden was on track to be the valedictorian, and I had overheard my mother telling my brother, Hunter, that Aiden could go to any college he wanted.
That wasn’t the path Aiden desired though. He was set to join the Navy right after high school, just like his daddy had done and his granddad as well. Aiden wanted to be a SEAL, and it was all he ever talked about. My brother, who was best friends with Aiden, had also thought about joining until our father was diagnosed with prostate cancer during Hunter’s junior year of high school. Hunter didn’t have the heart to leave, knowing things would be up in the air with the family orchard.
Boggy Creek Valley Apple Orchard. It was my father’s pride and joy…well, besides his three kids. My family owned one of the largest apple orchards in the United States. It had been in my father’s family for four generations and had started off with a few apple trees and a dream. Now? Two-hundred-and-fifty acres of trees and more than thirty-five different varieties of apples. My favorite was the Pink Lady, with my father’s and the rest of the Turner clan preferring Gala.
Lacy said I just had to be the different one.
With our father’s health unknown, Hunter had recently made the decision to not go into the Navy with Aiden like they’d originally planned. They were like brothers, and Aiden spent more time at our house than he did his own, especially after his father had died a few years back in a car accident. Aiden’s mother, Rose, was good friends with my mother, Mary, and she had leaned on our family a lot after the death of her husband.
Aiden’s grandfather owned a construction business in Boggy Creek, and his family had built most of the buildings around town. Most dated all the way back to when the town was founded. Aiden’s father had left the Navy to help his father run the business, and when Aiden had declared that he didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of the previous O’Hara men, his grandfather had given him his blessing to follow his own dreams. Aiden had promised him he would return to Boggy Creek someday to take over the family business. But he needed to pursue his own path until then.