Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Two short stories inspired by a snowstorm and smashed into one click! Heat up the cold nights with this adorable little duet.
Snow Much Plowing
It’s the storm of the season, and Nolan Pruitt’s plowing business is busier than ever. Right when
he’s about to walk out the door, he gets a phone call from a woman needing help. When he
arrives at her house, it’s clear she can’t pay, but he’s got other ways for her to work off the debt.
Warning: Can there be too much plowing in one story? I guess we’ll find out!
Accidentally Blackmailed
Lucy is being secretly blackmailed, but the biggest secret of all is that she likes it. When a snowstorm has her locked inside her home, the last thing she expects is for her blackmailer to come barging in.
Hollis has kept an eye on Lucy since the moment she backed into his car. Sure, she offered him money to fix the problem, but money is the last thing on his mind. He’s ready to take his payment, and she’s got nowhere to go.
Warning: If you’re gonna get snowed in, you might as well do it with a hot stalker. Right?
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Snow Much Plowing
It’s the storm of the season, and Nolan Pruitt’s plowing business is busier than ever. Right when
he’s about to walk out the door, he gets a phone call from a woman needing help. When he
arrives at her house, it’s clear she can’t pay, but he’s got other ways for her to work off the debt.
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Warning: Can there be too much plowing in one story? I guess we’ll find out!
Snow Much Plowing
BY ALEXA RILEY
Chapter One
NOLAN
The radio screeches in the background as I bang on the side of the computer. “Fucking storm.”
“I thought you of all people would be happy about the weather,” Jefferson says before grabbing his coat off the rack. He’s the manager of this location and has worked for me for over ten years. “Shouldn’t the owner of the biggest plowing company in the state be excited that a snowstorm is coming?”
A gust of wind and snow slaps against the window like it’s taunting me. “I’d be happier if I knew how to use this damn thing.” The computer flashes again, and he shakes his head.
“The power is flickering. If you keep hitting it like that, you’ll break it, and Aunt Sue will be pissed.” He tugs on his winter hat and then searches for his gloves.
“Good. It will give her something to bitch about. You know that’s her favorite thing.” My great aunt wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she didn’t get to complain. It’s too bad she’s great at using these stupid things or I’d fire her.
I was never good with this kind of stuff. Sure, I can take apart an engine and put it back together blindfolded, but sending an email with an attachment isn’t something I care to learn how to do. I’m aware that I’m stuck in my ways, but I built this company from the ground up and made it a success without ever learning how to create a spreadsheet.
Jefferson snorts a laugh before he grabs his keys. “You sure you’re okay here alone?” I glare at him out of the corner of my eye, and he holds his hands up. “Okay, okay, just checking. I’ve got everyone running the trucks until sunrise. It looks like the storm is going to break then.” He zips up his coat and clips the walkie-talkie to his belt. “All incoming calls will be routed to us so we can get to them faster.”
“Good man,” I tell him. “I’m about to head out myself. I was going to try and find the number for that contractor that called today, but Aunt Sue has decided to put all my messages online now.” I roll my eyes but don’t miss Jefferson’s snicker before he waves goodbye.
“Be careful!” I call out after him, and then the heavy door slams shut.
Some of the snow from the storm blows in, and the cold air cuts through the room. It’s always bad this time of year, but this storm seems like it came out of nowhere. I was at another one of my stores earlier today, but when I heard the bad weather was headed this way, I came home. It’s not like I’ve got anyone or anything to come home to, but I like being where the crews are working just in case. Aunt Sue is home safe with her daughter and son-in-law, and I’ve already got someone going over there first thing to clear their driveway.
Jefferson seems to have everything under control, so I guess there’s not much for me to do other than go home. I grab my baseball cap and put it on, then grab my keys off the desk. Just when my fingers wrap around the keys, the power flickers and then goes off.
“Shit,” I say to the dark.
The generator is supposed to be switched on already, but I guess the guys forgot to do that earlier. I walk over to the panel on the wall and hit a few buttons. A second later, the power comes back on and I make sure the generator is set. Now even if the power goes off again, this place won’t miss a beat.
I pull on my heavy dark blue Carhartt jacket, but just when I’m about to walk out the door, the phone rings. Jefferson was supposed to have all calls forwarded to him, but I’m guessing the power knocked it offline. I can hit the button to reroute them again. At least I know how to do that much. But if I don’t answer this call, the person on the other end might get disconnected.
With a heavy sigh, I walk over to the desk and pick up the phone. “Pruitt’s Plows.”
“Hi, um. I’m wondering if you um, plow snow?” I can hardly hear the soft voice on the other end of the line.
“That’s pretty much all we do,” I say, and then it’s followed by a long silence. “Are you there?”