Pint of Contention (King Family #2) Read Online Susannah Nix

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: King Family Series by Susannah Nix
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
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They’ve both got good reasons to fight falling in love, but they can’t resist the overpowering attraction pulling them together…

MAGGIE
Wicked Witch. Ballbuster. The Terminator. Those are just a few of the nicknames I’ve earned in my professional life. As the executive consultant King’s Creamery has brought in to save them from financial ruin, I have to decide which employees get the ax. I can’t afford to make friends or get chummy with my new neighbors.
Try telling that to the enormous, hunky fireman next door who’s annoyingly determined to make friends with me. It’s not enough that the guy saves kittens, tosses tree trunks around while wearing a kilt, and has a body that makes Thor look puny. He also works out shirtless in full view of my kitchen window. I might be secretly obsessed.
When a newspaper exposé turns the whole town against me, my hot fireman neighbor steps up to act as my protector, and my secret obsession threatens to turn into a case of serious feelings. But I can’t allow that to happen when I’m only here temporarily. I’ve got to keep my walls up to protect the heart everyone thinks I don’t have.

RYAN
My new neighbor might act like she wants nothing to do with me, but I’ve seen her watching me from her window. I can tell she likes what she sees, and I love pushing her buttons—a little too much. I’ve got no restraint when it comes to this woman.
Now I’m screwed because I can’t get her out of my head. The more time I spend with Maggie, the more I suspect she might be the soul mate I’ve been waiting for all my life.
Of course I’d find her now when I can’t risk letting her get too close. If she does, she might discover the secret I’ve been keeping from everyone.
Soul mate or not, I’ve got to let her go. Even if it kills me.

PINT OF CONTENTION is book #3 in the King Family series set in the small town of Crowder, Texas, home of the King’s Creamery ice cream company. Each book is a standalone, full-length contemporary romance that follows one of the six King siblings as they find and fight for love.

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Prologue

Three Years Ago

“Ryan! What a nice surprise. Does George know you’re coming?”

I smiled at my stepfather’s new wife, Heather. New being a relative term, given they’d been married more than sixteen years now. “He’s the one who asked me to stop by. He didn’t tell you?”

Heather flicked an unconcerned hand as she stepped back to admit me into the house. “Of course not. You know how he is.”

I did know. I probably knew George King almost as well as anyone could claim to know the man who ran King’s Creamery and therefore pretty much the entire town of Crowder. I’d known him since I was six years old, when my mother had become his second wife. Going from a rented double-wide in a trailer park to a sprawling mansion situated on forty acres of rolling Hill Country land with a pond, fishing pier, horse barn, greenhouse, gazebo, and swimming pool had been a life-changing event for both me and my mom.

I leaned in to kiss Heather’s cheek as I edged past her into the house where I’d spent most of my formative years. Although Heather was a slight-framed woman, my bulky six-foot-five-inch frame filled most of the doorway, forcing me to sidle in sideways and suck in my gut to avoid crowding her against the wall.

“You should come round for dinner sometime.” Heather’s smile was bright and well practiced. “It’s a shame we don’t get to see more of you.”

“That’d be great,” I replied with a smile as practiced as hers, doubting that dinner invitation would be coming anytime soon. Heather and I got along fine, but neither of us had much desire to spend more time together. I’d been in college when my mother died and Heather replaced her as the lady of George King’s house a mere six months later. We put on a good show of familial affection, but a show was as far as our relationship extended.

“He’s in his office, as always,” Heather said. “You can go on through.”

As I strolled across the handwoven Mexican rug covering the terra cotta tiled entryway, I gazed around me at my old childhood home. The massive ranch-style villa, which had been custom built and decorated to suit George’s particular tastes long before he’d married my mother, had hardly changed at all since the day I’d first set foot in it.

Based on the look of the place, George had wanted to be sure his visitors wouldn’t have any doubt they were in Texas. The rough-hewn wood furniture, cowhide upholstery, and black-and-white prints of bluebonnets, longhorn cattle, and oil derricks adorning the stucco walls all paid homage to the Lone Star State that George King was aggressively proud to be from. The only substantive change that had been made to the interior of the house was who lived in it with him these days.


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