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Billionaire Lumberjack's Bliss

GWYN MCNAMEE

Tropes

Hot and Spicy/Married Couple/Public Smexy Times

Blurb

There’s nothing hotter than watching your billionaire husband decimate a log with his axe…

Except letting him destroy you with his other equipment against a pine tree in the woods.

Whereanyonecan walk by and see you at any moment.

I never knew I was an exhibitionist until Blaine pinned me to that bark.

But I willdefinitelylet him do it again.

And again.

And again.

BILLIONAIRE LUMBERJACK’S BLISS

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any similarities are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2024 by Gwyn McNamee. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact Gwyn McNamee.

Chapter One

Annie

Everyswingoftheaxe makes Blaine’s muscles ripple and glisten in the high afternoon summer sun. Sweat trickles down his sculpted back and into the waistband of his jeans that hug his perfect ass and accentuate his muscled thighs.

Fuck…

It’s sinful for a man to look that good.

His thick, caramel-colored hair flops forward with each movement, falling over his forehead furrowed with his exertion and concentration.

Wood chips fly wildly around him as he tears into the massive log, trying to beat the five other men competing against him.

I clench my thighs together against the ache there just watching him.

The buzzer sounds signaling the end of the event, and the six contestants all step away from their work, ready for inspection by the judges to see who won the chopping portion of the annual Lumberjack Festival in Hayes Creek, Wisconsin.

Turning to my new friend at the fence, I grin at her. “I’m going to go talk to my husband. It was nice meeting you. I’m Annie, by the way.”

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