Grounds for Praise

Kira is a one-woman demolition derby. As the owner of K’s Blade Runner, she’s up before the birds, out-working her bloated competition, and handling heavy machinery with a thick, fit grace that leaves the locals staring. She doesn’t need a crew; she doesn’t take shortcuts, and she sure as hell doesn't take attitude from city slickers who don't know a tractor from a tiller. Enter Colby Weston. A ruthless, white-collar alpha in a New York boardroom, Colby just inherited his family’s sprawling, overgrown New Mexico ranch. He’s used to giving orders and watching people bow. But when he tries to dictate terms to the dirt-stained, potty-mouthed landscaper clearing his perimeter, he gets a swift lesson in blue-collar reality. Kira isn't the one to back down, and her sarcastic, lightning-fast banter gives him a headache—and a run for his money. But as the blistering June heat rises, the friction between them sparks into an absolute inferno. Warning: This scorching, enemies-to-lovers seasonal novella contains sharp tongues, heavy machinery, cast-iron restraints, and enough blistering praise to ruin your favorite pair of panties. Ground rules are about to be broken.