The Preacher’s Daughter

THE PREACHER’S DAUGHTER JESSICA MILLS STAR KEY PRESS CONTENTS Find Jessica MillsJessica’s IntroductionDescriptionChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39EpilogueJessica’s Insider GroupJessica’s About The AuthorCopyright FIND JESSICA MILLS https://jessicamillsauthor.com/ Jessica’s Introduction Well howdy! Thank you so much for grabbing one of my books. I sure hope you love it. I’d hate to part ways once you’re done though. How about we stay in touch? We have a great family of readers on my Insiders Newsletter Group that you just can’t miss out on. And as a HUGE thank you for joining, you’ll receive a free book on me! Join Here DESCRIPTION I’m the rowdiest of the bunch and I’m after the preacher’s daughter. The family farm needs my help—hell, all of our help. But no one looks my way. I’m the town bad boy, whatever that means. It’s all good until an idea comes up. Help the preacher and his smoking hot daughter with weddings to earn an extra buck. I’m down, but her old man is completely against our tainted love affair. Nothing like trying to steal first with a good girl. Our chemistry is off the charts, and she has me thinking about things that might mean my soul is in danger of the fires. But I’m all in. Unfortunately, I’ve got to prove myself to her, her father, and the whole town it would seem. This small-town girl is in for a surprise. I might be the wild one, but I’ll win her over. Whatever it takes. CHAPTER 1CASH Ikicked at a rock, pushing it toward the fence line I was walking with my oldest brother, Austin. It was a habit. I was always clearing the pasture of rocks. It seemed like they grew overnight. Kicking rocks out of the way made me feel like I was doing something productive. My big brother was droning on about how I needed to shape up. Same lecture, different day. I was bored. I was sick of hearing it. Again. It made me feel like the same boy that got sent home from school for fighting. I supposed in some ways, it was exactly like that. Nothing had changed all that much since grade school. “I didn’t do anything,” I said with a sigh. “Not really. I mean, shit happens. I’m not sure why everyone is freaking out. It wasn’t even really a fight. We threw a few punches. Big deal.” We stopped at a section with the top string of barbed wire down. We both put on our gloves to protect our hands from the sharp talons on the wire meant to keep the cattle in and predators out. Austin stretched while I nailed the wire to the wood fencepost. “This whole area is going to have to be redone,” he said. I cried a little on the inside. “Why not just replace the rotten posts?” “Because then we’ll just have to come out here and keep fixing the other ones,” he said with exasperation. “Do it right the first time or keep doing it.” “You sound like Pop,” I muttered. We finished fixing the line and continued on our way. Patches of snow still covered the ground in areas across the pasture. It was spring in Cheyenne, a time of year I loved. To me, spring was officially the start of a new year. “Seriously, Cash,” Austin continued. “I can’t keep bailing you out. I don’t care if it’s just pulling you from the drunk tank. If you keep going down this road, you’re going to end up in actual jail. Wearing the orange jumpsuit and sleeping on a crappy cot with even worse food. You’re thirty-three. It’s time to grow the fuck up. Pop isn’t going to say it to you because he’s just accepted that you’re going to be locked up every other weekend. I’m not. I refuse to accept it. I refuse to keep tolerating it. I’m done.” “It wasn’t as bad as you are making it out to be,” I said with a sigh. “I had a little too much to drink. I didn’t hurt anyone.” “Carla is going to ban you from the bar,” he warned. “By the way, she says you owe her three-hundred bucks for a new table.” “I fell,” I argued. “It was an accident.” “You fell after you were pushed after you pushed a drunk cowboy,” he clarified. “Still, it was an accident. I didn’t set out to smash the table. Hell, I didn’t even set out to fight.” He gave me a dry look. “You wake up every damn morning and choose violence.” We stopped to tighten another string of wire. This was my punishment for going out drinking—again. After taking care of the area, we walked back to the Gator and tossed our tools in the back. Austin started it up and we drove us farther down the fence line. The ranch we all lived and worked on was two-hundred acres. It took every one of my seven siblings and parents to keep the thing running. And that was bare bones. “There.” I pointed to a downed fence. Once again, we hopped out, grabbed the tools, and got busy fixing the fence after a long winter. It was the same thing every year. Hell, every month we were running fence lines to make sure none were brought down by an act of God or a stupid animal that got tangled in the barbed wire. “You know—” Austin started. “I know,” I said. “I get it. I’m turning over a new leaf. No more fighting. No more rowdy nights in town.” “If there was an inheritance coming your way, you would have blown through it with all the bail money,” he muttered. I grinned and adjusted my hat on my head. “Guess it’s a good thing