Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
When twin brothers Dylan and Dayne inherit their family’s dairy farm, neither has a desire to work with cows. However, the three-hundred acre property nestled among the mountains of central Pennsylvania is perfect for Dylan’s an all-adult, all-inclusive ranch resort that caters to certain tastes.
For Dylan, coming home to Fisher Falls could also mean a second chance with his high school sweetheart. Seventeen years ago, he fled the small town the second he graduated while Erin stayed behind and married his classmate. Except an unexpected discovery causes a wrinkle in his hope of getting her back.
While Dylan and Erin have a past, Ford Harris, the local contractor they hired, currently has a “present” with her. After Erin became a widow, the two began seeing each other casually and kept it a secret for years.
Unbeknownst to Dylan, Dayne hires Ford on as a permanent resort employee. Uncovering their relationship also leads to another Erin changed a lot over the years. All thanks to Ford.
Now Dylan has a dilemma. Without Ford, he can’t have Erin. Dylan’s a Dom and he’s not sure he can share the woman he’s loved since high school with another Dom. Only, he might not have a choice if he wants to make it work. Not only with Erin, but with Ford, too.
Undone is the first book in the Double D Ranch series. It’s intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes mature MMF interactions between all three characters. As always, the throuple has an HEA ending.
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Chapter One
“I didn’t expect us to be back here so soon,” Dylan murmured, staring at the house in front of them.
The last time all three of them were home, it was for their father’s funeral six months prior.
“We couldn’t put it off any longer. Mom can’t handle this place herself,” Dayne said.
Dylan glanced at his younger brother. Younger by a mere six minutes. “Hell, she doesn’t want to, either.”
“Can you blame her?” their younger sister, Danica, spouted. Younger than them by five years.
“No,” both he and his identical twin answered at the same time.
“We could sell it. It would be the easiest solution,” Dayne suggested. His hands were planted on his hips and his hazel eyes narrowed on the old two-story farmhouse. “I certainly don’t want to raise dairy cows and deal with all the bullshit that goes along with that.”
Dani giggled. “Literally.”
“Apparently, neither does Mom,” Dylan added.
“Splattering cow pies, the relentless flies, and ornery heifers trying to kick you into next week are the whole reason I left as soon as I could.” Dayne elbowed him. “Just like you did.”
Their sister, standing between him and Dayne, exclaimed, “And I had to watch you two speed away with dirt kicking off those spinning tires. You two left me in the dust!”
“The hell if I was taking you with me and raising a smart-mouthed tween,” Dayne informed her. “Did you forget we were only eighteen? Anyway, do you think Mom and Dad would’ve let you leave at thirteen?”
Dylan snorted. “And just think how messed up you would’ve been if Dayne raised you.”
Dani elbowed him in the ribs. “You could’ve taken me in, Dylan. You were always the more responsible one.”
“At least that stick up your ass is one thing we don’t share,” Dayne told him.
“I don’t have a stick up my ass,” Dylan grumbled.
Both of his siblings laughed. Louder than necessary.
They’d find out soon enough how untrue that was. Then he’d have the last laugh.
He shook his head. “Well, our choices are to either sell it or do something else with it.” He wasn’t sure if his siblings would go for his idea since it was unorthodox. Since their father willed the three-hundred-acre property to his two sons, Dayne would have to agree first.
“Sell,” Dayne and Dani said at the same time.
“Or…” Dylan started.
His siblings turned to stare at him.
“Or what?” Dayne prodded and narrowed his eyes again, this time on Dylan.
Dani groaned. “I see those wheels spinning, Dayne. He’s about to come up with some cockamamie idea.”
Dayne mmm’d and scowled in his direction.
“I have good ideas sometimes,” Dylan murmured.
Dani rolled her eyes. “They’re few and far between.”
“Too bad Dad didn’t want to raise horses instead of Holsteins. I might have stayed,” Dayne said next. “We could always trade the cows in for horses.”
Dylan could’ve lived with raising and training horses, too, but their father had a dislike for them. He preferred riding his utility task vehicle to chase down a calf or travel to the far end of the three-hundred-acre farm. Unlike an ATV, his UTV had a roll cage, could fit more passengers and was less likely to tip. Plus, it had a larger tow capacity than a regular four-wheeler.
To Dad, a horse was unpredictable, but he never met a cow he didn’t like. Dayne and Dylan felt the opposite.
Dayne went on, “Mom already found a smaller place in town. I don’t think she’ll care whether we keep or sell it.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Dylan murmured. “She would love for us to take it over and keep it in the family since this farm was everything to him.”
“Everything?” their sister exclaimed. “What are we? Chopped liver?”
“Don’t twist what I’m saying. Of course we were important to him, but so was this farm. Even so, she told me she’s leaving it up to us to decide what to do with it.”
“You mean you two,” Dani corrected, “since he didn’t pass it on to me. Only you two boneheads.”
Their sister must have a short memory. “Since you constantly complained about having to do chores around here, he didn’t think you’d want anything to do with it.”
“The value of the property? Sure I would. Squeezing cow nipples twice a day? No way.”
A snort exploded from Dayne. “Automated milkers are used for that, sis.”
“Even so, he named the damn farm Double D, instead of Triple D. That proves I’m always the forgotten one,” their sister bitched.
“You weren’t forgotten.” Dylan reminder her, “You were born after they bought the farm.”
“Yeah, you were a mistake,” Dayne teased. With a grunt, he folded in half when she whacked his gut with the back of her hand. “You know what I mean.”
“Not a mistake,” Dylan clarified, “unexpected.”
“I guess Mom and Dad humped like rabbits,” Dani said.
Dylan groaned. “Please don’t take us back to all the times we overheard it.”