A Pumpkin and a Patch Read Online Jennifer Peel

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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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Every person has that one thing they’re known for, and it doesn’t matter what you do, that one thing—whether good or bad—follows you around like a bloodhound for the rest of your life. For me it’s a story I wrote when I was fifteen. Forever more I will be known as the Reece the Rogue Pirate girl, instead of Josie Peterson. Why couldn’t I be known for all the cute children’s stories I’ve written about my family’s pumpkin patch?
Tragically, the torrid story I wrote as a teen was based on a real person, Reece Cavanaugh. And guess what? He grew up to be a pirate—okay, lawyer. Same thing. To make matters worse, the man is representing my ex-fiancé who wants to steal my treasure, aka engagement ring. If that wasn’t the icing on the cake, Reece has an adorable daughter who happens to be my new student. That’s right, I must now have actual conversations with him after avoiding him for half my life, even by hiding behind banana displays when needed. But the more I get to know Reece—the real version, not the imaginary one who ravishes me on sandy beaches—I can’t help but wish we could roll around in the sand together. There’s a problem though, the school I work for frowns upon relationships between parents and teachers. And it’s pumpkin season, which means all my free time is spent on the family farm. But when he kisses me, I can’t help wanting to break all the rules and get tangled up in the barn. The burning question is, am I brave enough to make my story a reality or will it be another bad ending?

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EVERY PERSON HAS THAT ONE defining moment in their life. The one they will be known for, good or bad, for the entirety of their life. And it doesn’t matter what they do from that moment on; even if they save a woman from choking to death—which I did, thank you very much—that one moment will come back to haunt them. Repeatedly. Take me for example, once said woman could breathe, she said, “You’re the Reece the Rogue Pirate girl.” That’s right. Reece the Rogue Pirate is what I will always be remembered for. For fifteen years, half my life, that’s been my identity.

Josie Peterson ceased to exist, replaced by the stupid story I wrote as a high school freshman about the object of my desire. You may be wondering what a rogue pirate is. Because by nature, pirates are unprincipled, dishonest, and roguish. Let’s just say you can blame my teen obsession with Pirates of the Caribbean, mainly Orlando Bloom, and my newfound love of regency novels that cursed year. At the time, it had only seemed right to couple both my loves into one thrilling story, hence the term rogue pirate. It hadn’t helped that Reece Cavanaugh bore a striking resemblance to Orlando Bloom. As a senior in high school, the guy could grow a goatee on his ridiculously chiseled face. Not to mention his dark, tousled hair and his olive skin that glistened in—or out of—the sun. It was nearly incomprehensible that a teen boy could look the way he did.

Of course, it meant he wasn’t only the object of my desire but of every girl within a hundred-mile radius of my hometown, Carson City. Where I still live today. If I were smarter, I would have moved and changed my name, but no, I wanted to stay close to my parents and my cousin Jenna, who is more like a sister and definitely the best friend a girl could ask for. My older brother, Oliver, not so much. He is, after all, the reason for my life’s predicament. He thought it would be hilarious to not only read my torrid story over the school’s PA system during the morning announcements, but also to hand out copies in the hall to every passerby. Thanks to him, I never wrote in my journal again and have a deep distrust of people, especially myself.

As if that humiliation and an eternity of mocking weren’t enough, I somehow got grounded for a month. Apparently, my parents thought I had too much “carnal” knowledge after they read my masterpiece. They’d grilled me for hours on end to see where I had gained such knowledge. Uh, hello, a free trial of HBO. To this day, cable and streaming channels are forbidden in my parents’ home.

The irony of it all? Reece did grow up to be a pirate. Well, lawyer. Same thing. The cherry on top was his hand in trying to steal my treasure, as any good pirate would. That’s right, I was currently staring at the man I had done everything in my power to avoid up to this point in my life. We are talking army-crawling-in-department-stores and hiding-behind-a-Chiquita-banana-display avoidance tactics. In case you’re wondering, he grew up to be every bit as sexy as my story had made him out to be, hence the grounding when I was younger. Thankfully, I no longer dreamed of sailing the seven seas with him. A lifetime of mocking will sour you on someone. Unthankfully, he was representing my louse of an ex-fiancé, Trevor, who could afford a better lawyer than I could. Worse, Reece recognized me. I saw the recognition in his caramel-brown eyes and the tiny smirk on his face. Really the one caramel-brown eye. You see, Reece wore a patch. The story went that he had a terrible accident as a child and lost an eye. For some people it would be a tragedy, but for godlike creatures like Reece, it only adds to the allure. And oh, did he have all the allure, just like in my infamous story.


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