Brewing Sunshine

Brewing Sunshine A Steamy Small Town Romance Brothers Three Orchard Book One Taryn Quinn eBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement on the copyright of this work. This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. © 2023 Taryn Quinn Rainbow Rage Publishing Cover by LateNite Designs Photograph by Lindee Robinson Photography Models: Gillian & Drew All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. First ebook edition: March 2023 Sign up for our NEWSLETTER for special updates. Brewing Sunshine Kira Webb was one of the strongest women I knew—she just didn’t realize it yet. She calls me Viking, and she’s not wrong. I’m rough around the edges and work as hard as I play. What she’s going to find out is that I love even harder. I knew from the moment I met her she was made for me. The problem? My Kira is stubborn and she takes her job very seriously. We both want to prove ourselves and make the new Brothers Three Taproom a success. I’m the brewmaster, hired for my out of the box thinking and creative hard cider formulas. Kira is order and spreadsheets and safety. She has a contingency plan for every problem. Except me. Contents Acknowledgments Author Note 1. Kira 2. Ronan 3. Kira 4. Ronan 5. Kira 6. Ronan 7. Kira 8. Ronan 9. Kira 10. Ronan 11. Kira 12. Ronan 13. Kira 14. Ronan 15. Kira 16. Ronan 17. Kira 18. Ronan 19. Kira 20. Ronan 21. Kira 22. Ronan 23. Kira 24. Kira 25. Kira 26. Ronan 27. Ronan 28. Kira 29. Ronan 30. Kira 31. Ronan 32. Kira Epilogue Fiancée by Christmas Don’t Call Me Shirley Taryn Quinn Quinn and Elliott About Taryn Quinn Acknowledgments A huge shout out to Jenn K for jumping in to help with edits. We are grateful for your friendship and your keen eye. As always, thanks to Tori and Kim for keeping us going when the coffee fails us, as well as our new assistant Megan who jumps in for special projects for us. Also, a special shout out to all those who have loved our Lost in Oblivion series. Happy Acres has been a part of our publishing journey for almost ten years and we’re happy we were able to create a series for this place that has meant so much to us. Sometimes we make up fictional places that end up having the same names as actual places. These are our fictional interpretations only. Please grant us leeway if our creative vision isn't true to reality. Author Note Happy Acres has gone through a few iterations over the years and while we gave it a makeover to create BROTHERS THREE ORCHARD, one thing remains the same—family, and found family are the basis of all the stories. Oh, and we can’t forget the love stories. Especially since all our guys fall HARD for their women. Thanks for coming on this journey with us. READING ORDER: Brewing Sunshine—Ronan Parrish and Kira Webb Fiancée by Christmas—Clay Winslow and Rachel Doyle Bodyguard by Night—Ransom Douglas and Willow Doyle Forever by Morning—Beckett Manning and Helena Danbury Chapter 1 Kira Cosmic Joke July in the orchard was more buzz than hum. The bees bouncing from apple to apple looking for a spare blossom, the whir of machines cutting back the strawberry plants that had finished producing, and the chipper working overtime on the branches that had fallen in the last storm. But my favorite was the earthy scent of apples almost ready for their season. The advancing whomp of horse hooves rushing through the acres of trees told me my best friend, Beckett Manning, was nearby. Ever since he’d traded a tractor for his horse, he’d been a menace. At least the tractor had to stay on the main path. I ducked into the copse of Honeycrisp trees. I wasn’t quite ready to face people just yet. I brushed my fingers over the glossy dark leaves and picked off a few dead ones automatically. I supposed it was pretty basic of me, but they really were my favorite apple. After twelve years it was a miracle that any apple would be palatable, but they were the ones I looked forward to every year. I ducked under a branch of one of the dwarf trees that were interspersed with the larger, older ones to find just the right one. There she was along the back of the quadrant. The early sunlight left dappled golden light on the gnarled roots that popped up out of the ground no matter what we did to prevent it. Flaky bark gathered and continued to grow around the grooves I’d made my first summer. I traced my finger over the jagged KW and year that I’d made with my pocket knife. I dipped my hand into my work pants to find the same scarred red Swiss Army and added this year with a dash. This would be the first harvest where I wasn’t part of the chaos. I’d been a part of the orchard since I turned seventeen. Working up from seasonal picker for extra cash to lead manager of hiring. I couldn’t say I’d miss juggling seasonal staffing with the full timers. I’d spent the last three months training my replacement, and Patty was born for the work—far more than I had ever been. When harvest was upon us, there was a collective hum of rotating seasonal workers underfoot. People came for day labor for extra cash—most of them were guys taking a gap year before starting college or