Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I’m not sure how I’m going to approach her but the universe has a surprise in store for me. On my first day back in Silver Spoon Falls, I make a quick stop at the donut shop and Maggie Carrington walks in the door.
Suddenly, I'm transported back to that unforgettable summer at the Silver Spoon Ranch. Maggie, the wealthy, spirited Texas beauty, was there because she lost a dare to her older brother. While I was working to pay for college. To me, Maggie was everything. We shared stolen glances, whispered secrets, and dreams under a canopy of stars.
All too soon, the summer ended, and our paths diverged. While I chased football dreams on the West Coast, she ventured across the Atlantic to attend college in England.
Now, I’m back in Silver Spoon Falls to rectify the biggest mistake I ever made. Years ago, I let something extraordinary slip through my fingers. This time, I refuse to make the same mistake. I'm determined to win back my Cowgirl, to prove that I'm worthy of her love, and to forge a future where nothing can tear us apart. This time, I'm playing for keeps.
Welcome to Silver Spoon Falls, TX. The men here are known for having it all. Except there's a shortage of eligible ladies in town to share it with. These determined men won't let that slow them down. Like the MC brotherhood who calls this small-town home, their best friends, brothers, and neighbors will turn the town on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates in this spin-off series of sweet and steamy instalove romances from Loni Ree, Nichole Rose, and jointly as Loni Nichole.
You've already fallen for the Silver Spoon MC. Now get ready to fall for the single men of Silver Spoon Falls!
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I’m barely over the threshold, and the air’s already working on me, thick with the sweet scent of fresh donuts and way too many memories. Frank Butterworth grins from behind the counter. “Welcome home, Todd! I didn’t know you were coming home.”
I manage a smile and reply, "Thanks, Frank. Thought I'd surprise everyone."
Frank’s got the small shop done up in his usual style, like the nineteen-fifties came through town and never bothered leaving. Red vinyl stools line the counter, a neon donut blinks in the window, and there’s an old jukebox in the corner that plays nothing older than Elvis. Everything’s so damned familiar.
The place is practically empty, and it feels too big, too quiet, except for the low hum of the fridge and the blood roaring in my ears. I’ve been gone so long I can hardly believe I’m back here, standing in the same old donut shop. Even though I’m fresh off a championship win with the San Francisco Riptide, I’m not happy. And I won’t be until she’s in my arms.
I take a half-step toward the counter, thoughts scrambling around in my head. Frank’s there, still grinning, the scent of his famous maple bars thick in the air. Everything feels just as warm as I remember, like a well-loved old quilt, but now the comfort’s laced with a weird kind of tension.
The door jingles behind me, and I turn, my breath catching. It’s almost too good to be true. I’ve been trying to figure out how I’d approach her, but it seems the universe did the hard work for me.
It's Maggie. The one who got away. I can't move, can't speak. We just stare at each other as the last ten years fall away, and we’re suddenly back where we started. And ended. Suddenly, it’s too hot in here. Suddenly, I’m too hot, everywhere.
I must look like I’m ready to keel over with my shirt glued to my back and my pulse bounding visibly. I can’t even manage a nod. Instead, I just stand there like a wax dummy, arms stiff at my sides. The world outside Frank’s shop slips away, leaving only my racing heart and Maggie’s eyes locked onto mine.
It’s like I’ve been sucked back in time to when Maggie and I spent every free second together the summer before I left for college. First, she taught me to ride a horse, but then she taught me how to fall in love. The love I feel for her will last forever, and it’s time for me to make sure she feels the same way.
We just stand there, gawking at each other. One of the last times I saw her, she was kissing me like it was the end of the world and she didn't mind one bit. It takes everything I’ve got not to rush over and scoop her up right now.
She’s even more beautiful than I remember. Her chocolate hair is longer and has more waves. A flood of memories hits, so real I can taste them. Her laugh, those midnight stargazing sessions, the surprise kiss by the lake that changed everything between us.
I try to swallow, but my mouth's gone bone dry. This isn’t just shock. This is seeing Maggie, really seeing her, and feeling the ground shift underneath me. This is the girl I left behind, and I’d like to kick my own ass for my stupidity.
Her lips curl into a smile, tentative at first, like she’s not sure if it’s okay, if I’m okay. I finally let out the breath I've been holding, and that’s when a flutter in my stomach spreads throughout my body, making my hands shake and my heart hammer.
Everything else disappears. It’s just her and me, and that look that says maybe she’s thought about this too, thought about me. Her smile grows, gaining confidence, and my chest tightens with a sudden, aching clarity. There’s no getting over her. Hell, I never even tried. The longing is like a punch, taking my breath away. I feel a thousand things at once, and they all come back to the overwhelming reality that Maggie Carrington is standing right in front of me, and it’s time for me to correct the biggest mistake of my life.
Frank walks over to my side, jarring me out of my Maggie-induced trance with a booming voice and flour-dusted hands. “Would you look at this!” he bellows, smacking my back hard enough to dislodge a rib. “Our very own big shot athlete!” He’s as subtle as a runaway freight train, and my ears burn at his bellowing. He nods at Maggie, grinning like he just won the lottery. “You came by at the perfect time.”
“I know,” she mutters, looking like she’d rather be anywhere besides here right now.
“Sit! Sit!” Frank urges us both, pointing at a booth at the back of the donut shop. My body goes on autopilot, dropping into the chair even though my brain’s still screaming, Can this really be happening?