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    Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7
    Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7
    Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7
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    Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7

    By Brill Harper

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    After serving five years of a ten-year sentence for a crime I didn't commit, coming home after being vindicated should be my triumph. All I want is the life I was supposed to have as the once golden boy of this town—a thriving farm, a strong family, and a house full of kids. I guess I should have learned by now that nothing is fair, and I'll have to work just as hard to make it on the outside as I did to survive in prison.

    The fields are fallow, my house is falling down around my nearly catatonic father, and my ex-girlfriend is somebody else's wife now. But I'm not giving up. I'll replant the crops, fix the house, and find a wife. Not in that order, because a man has needs, and mine have been denied too long.

    The quirky, extra-curvy waitress at the diner could use someone looking out for her, and I need a favor in return. Starting with a baby.

    This farmer is about to take a wife.

    I hope she's ready for me.

    Author's Confession: Well, there's a lot of plowing and seeding on the farm, yeah? Prepare yourself accordingly.

    (If you like alpha hero, bbw heroine, insta-everything set in a small town you are set.)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrill Harper
    Release dateDec 1, 2017
    ISBN9781540186119
    Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7
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    Brill Harper

    Unfailingly filthy...and super sweet Brill's books are filthy/sweet for when you're in the mood for something a little over the top. Okay, a lot over the top. Sorry, not sorry.  Brill Harper is represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency.

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      Plowed - Brill Harper

      About this Book

      After serving five years of a ten-year sentence for a crime I didn’t commit, coming home after being vindicated should be my triumph. All I want is the life I was supposed to have as the once golden boy of this town—a thriving farm, a strong family, and a house full of kids. I guess I should have learned by now that nothing is fair, and I’ll have to work just as hard to make it on the outside as I did to survive in prison.

      The fields are fallow, my house is falling down around my nearly catatonic father, and my ex-girlfriend is somebody else’s wife now. But I’m not giving up. I’ll replant the crops, fix the house, and find a wife. Not in that order, because a man has needs, and mine have been denied too long.

      The quirky, extra-curvy waitress at the diner could use someone looking out for her, and I need a favor in return. Starting with a baby.

      This farmer is about to take a wife.

      I hope she’s ready for me.

      Author’s Confession: Well, there’s a lot of plowing and seeding on the farm, yeah? Prepare yourself accordingly.

      (If you like alpha hero, bbw heroine, insta-everything set in a small town you are set.)

      Chapter One

      Boone

      It’s not like I expected a homecoming parade when I rolled back into this dusty little town of Hazel in Eastern Washington. It would have been nice to have gotten a ride home from the fucking bus station though.

      I don’t know why Pops wasn’t there at the station to pick me up as planned. He hasn’t sounded like himself on our weekly phone calls, and he stopped visiting me years ago when Mom took sick.

      I hitched a ride as far as the mailbox on the main road, but it’s another mile up the driveway to the house. Which gives me time to think. Too much time.

      What might have been. If I’d never been falsely imprisoned. If my mom had lived to see me vindicated—the real criminal finally arrested. Damn. The familiar anger churns through my gut knowing my mom died without me at her bedside. At least I know her faith in me never wavered. Not once. She always believed I was innocent and never stopped praying for justice to be served. I only wish it could have happened when she was alive to see it. What I wouldn’t give for one more day. One last chance to hold her hand. To tell her they found the real criminal and let me out.

      The fields along the driveway are sick. I don’t need to use my bachelor’s degree in ag science to know that. Why hadn’t Pops gotten more help with them? As I round the last corner, my childhood home looms in the distance. It seems sad. Forgotten. Jesus. I’ve only been gone for five years—I didn’t think a house could change so much. Though five years on the inside seemed a lot longer to me, too.

      There are no flowers anywhere the eye can see. Mom used to keep up the beds circling the house so there was always color no matter what the season. I wonder what happened to the furniture that used to be on the front porch. That was the place I was always guaranteed to find my folks in the evening after supper, at least until the weather got too cold for even cocoa and lap blankets to keep them warm on their porch swing. Now the screen door is propped up against the wall to the right of the door, and all the windows are closed despite the pleasant spring breeze. No curtains are open to let in the light, either.

      I open the door and it creaks like a damned haunted house. I take a few steps in. It’s musty when it used to smell like lemon furniture wax with hints of cinnamon from the kitchen. There are newspapers and magazines stacked haphazardly down the sticky hallway floor that used to shine like a mirror.

      Pops? I yell out. You home?

      I stop at the wall of portraits. I hardly know the young kid smiling so big with his first fish, his first blue ribbon, his first prom date. There he is with his football championship trophy. Another with his high school diploma. Look at him standing between his parents in his university graduation gown. He’s got the whole world in front of him.

      Six months later, all that promise would be gone. Taken from him. Wrenched out of his life.

      The last time someone took my picture, it was when they were booking me on bogus charges. I haven’t been a free man since. I’m not sure I feel free now.

      Pops? I find him in his recliner. Stacks of newspapers and empty beer cans circle the chair. He’s snoozing while the baseball game plays on the television with no sound. I gently shake his shoulder. Pops?

      He snorts as he wakes up, trying to place where he is and who is talking to him. Boone? Is that you?

      Of course, it’s me.

      His eyes don’t seem to focus. I thought I was picking you up tomorrow?

      He smells like he’s been bathing in old beer.

      That was today, Pops.

      His skin is too yellow and his eyes too red. He looks doughy and slow, so unlike the man I remember. Five years. How could everything change so much in five years? He grunts. Sorry, son. I guess I lost track of the days. I was going to clean up this mess today...before you got here... He trails off as we both take in the mess and realize it would have taken him far more than one day to clean up.

      My guess is he’s been living in this chair since he buried Mom three years ago.

      What do I care about a little mess? It’s good to see you, I lie. I love him more than I can say, but it’s not good to see him. Not like this. This man is broken.

      Just one more thing taken from me. My childhood hero.

      You look...

      I chuckle. Big. Yeah, I had a lot of time to exercise. I’d been in good shape for my entire life, the way an athlete is, but in prison, I had to get stronger. Bigger. Meaner. I’m one scary son of a bitch now. The golden boy this town remembers died the day he was arrested. This man I am now is the kind of guy you find in a roadhouse biker bar, not the quarterback on the field or the prom king on the dance floor.

      You hungry, Pops? I could sure use some grub.

      He shakes his head. I’ll just have another beer.

      Sure thing. I’ll bring it to you.

      My mom’s kitchen is destroyed. Garbage everywhere—mostly food wrappers and beer cans. A lot of flies are circling the sink full of dirty dishes. Rage fills my chest instead of air. Not at my dad—he’s obviously sick. I knew he was depressed when we spoke on the phone, but to be confronted with what it looks like in real life, to see how lost he’s been without his wife. Without his son.

      No, the rage is at the unfairness. The life I was supposed

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