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All For You

(Sunny Brook Farms, Book Four)

Renee Harless

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Copyright ©2024 Renee Harless

This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.  Names, places, and characters are figments of the author’s imagination. All trademarked items included in this novel have been recognized as so by the author. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited and this includes the use of artificial programs (AI) to mimic and reproduce like works.

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Cover design by Porcelain Paper Designs

Editor: Kayla Robichaux

Proofreader: Crystal Clear Author Services

Taking over the family farm in our small town was the only future I knew. But the never ending work left me with no social life and my virginity intact. Until my childhood rival graced us with his presence and was convinced he could help me with my...problem.

Owen Ramsey was an elite professional baseball player that left Ashfield without a backward glance. But when he was left at the altar, he sought refuge back in our town. I hated how he could simultaneously make my heart race and my hands fist. And I really despised how good he looked in a pair of baseball pants.

He needed my help just as much as I needed his. If I agreed to fake date him, he would help me snag the man I had my eye on and I would help convince his ex that he wasn't heartbroken.

But with his return to baseball looming, we realized maybe the hate we felt was really something more like love.

The fear of disappointing my family was too great, even though I craved something different for the first time ever. Owen was used to hitting balls out of the park, but I wasn’t sure I was meant to be his home run.

Table of Contents

Chapter One – Aspen

Chapter Two – Owen

Chapter Three – Aspen

Chapter Four – Owen

Chapter Five – Aspen

Chapter Six – Owen

Chapter Seven – Aspen

Chapter Eight – Owen

Chapter Nine – Aspen

Chapter Ten – Owen

Chapter Eleven – Aspen

Chapter Twelve – Owen

Chapter Thirteen – Aspen

Chapter Fourteen – Aspen

Chapter Fifteen – Owen

Chapter Sixteen – Aspen

Chapter Seventeen - Aspen

Chapter Eighteen – Owen

Chapter Nineteen – Aspen

Chapter Twenty – Owen

Chapter Twenty-One – Aspen

Chapter Twenty-Two – Owen

Epilogue – Aspen

Acknowledgements

Chapter One – Autumn






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Dedicated to the girls who took a chance and followed a different path.

And to the wallflowers… this one is for you.

Chapter One – Aspen

Hefting another full crate from the back of my sister’s truck, I twisted around to set it onto the wooden tabletop of our market booth, only to trip over a pair of suit-clad legs. I nearly topple over my friend, who was casually leaning against the table, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. But before I could, along with the container of asparagus no less, I felt a strong hand grip the back of my overalls, then hoist me into the air like a toddler.

“You know,” I said, dropping the crate onto the table and readjusted my overalls and underwear, which had been wedged between my ass cheeks, “when you asked if you could come along, I assumed you were going to help, not get in the way.”

I turned back around to grab another crate, when I’m halted by the same grip on my overalls once again. “I’m sorry, snowflake. What can I do to help?”

I look up, way up, at Dean’s overly handsome face. It really was a shame he looked so damn gorgeous, with all his chiseled features, and my body felt nothing toward him. Not even the tiniest of sparks. Heaving an overly dramatic sigh, I replied, “Dean. First, you can stop calling me snowflake. I hate nicknames. I told you this.”

“But it suits you. You’re all dainty and have that white-blonde hair.”

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