The City Girl

THE CITY GIRL A REBEL RANCHERS NOVEL #2 JESSICA MILLS STAR KEY PRESS CONTENTS Find Jessica Mills Jessica’s Introduction Description Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Jessica’s Insider Group Jessica’s About The Author Copyright 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 My family needs money to save the generational farm. So I’m going to invent the next best thing. My hands were made for more than farming. I just need inspiration to strike. Or it will show up in the form of a curvy city girl. She’s the muse I never knew I needed. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring my invention to life. Including following her to the big city. There’s more at stake than just debt. I’m fighting for her heart. And I refuse to lose. CHAPTER 1 BOWIE “Come on, dammit,” I growled and kicked the large cannister. I tried again and managed to get the lid on. I twisted it, making a mental note I was going to have to fix that. The average person was not going to kick and fight to get the lid on. I stepped back and surveyed the project. “That’s what I’m talking about.” It was going to work. All the components worked. There should be nothing to cause any explosions. The small motor in the cannister was powerful, but it shouldn’t explode. I hoped. After the automatic ladder incident, I was really trying to back off anything to do with compression and pistons. Nothing with hydraulics. The shit was flammable. My family would literally kill me if I burned down the ranch. I kept telling myself that one of these days something would actually work. I would make it happen. I would sell an invention and things would be good. I could buy Dad the bull we needed to freshen the herd. I could maybe buy myself a new trailer. For now, I was in Cash’s trailer. It was nice to have my own space. Living at home was great but growing up in a big family had me craving my own space. We were all getting a little stir crazy. Living on top of each other in the main house had worked for a long time, but we were all longing for freedom. And our parents were probably looking forward to some privacy as well. Economics and common sense had us all living on the ranch to help keep it up. Cash, my younger brother by a year, had recently moved in with his girlfriend but spent the bulk of his days on the ranch helping out with the chores. “Okay,” I muttered. “Here goes nothing.” I reached forward to turn on the vacuum that was going to change the world. “Bowie!” I jumped, jerking my finger away from the on button. My immediate reaction was I had just created another explosion. Then it dawned on me it was a voice behind me. I was alive. I wasn’t burning. I turned around to find my brother Austin standing just inside the old barn that doubled as the workshop. He looked pissed. Austin was the oldest and the guy that was always very serious about life. “What?” I asked with a frown. “What is that?” he asked without stepping into the barn. Few of my family members were brave enough to step inside. I had a tendency to blow shit up. Not intentionally. It just happened. I took plenty of precautions, but things just tended to explode. If I could bottle and sell my ability to blow shit up, I’d be rich. “It’s an automatic vacuum,” I said, smiling. “It looks like a trash can,” he said. “It kind of is,” I said. “It’s a robot vacuum.” “Hasn’t that already been done?” “Not like this,” I said, grinning. He shook his head. “Mom said dinner is ready.” “I’ll be in,” I said. “She didn’t send me out here to tell you dinner was ready for you to let it sit on the table and get cold,” he said with a sigh. “Now.” “I just want to test this thing,” I said. “Why are you making something someone has already made?” he questioned with the exasperation obvious in his voice. “This isn’t like one of those little floor sweepers with a tiny little catchment container,” I explained. I tapped the can-shaped vacuum. “This bad boy can go in an office building or even a big house. It doesn’t have to be emptied every ten minutes. It can suck up things bigger than the size of a needle.” “Again, why?” “Because it will save companies a lot of money on cleaning crews,” I reasoned. “You spend a lot of time reinventing the wheel,” he muttered. “Why not spend your time inventing something people will actually buy?” “People will buy this,” I insisted. “It’s a super-powered vacuum. It’s like a Dyson on steroids.” He groaned and shook his head. “That’s where you go wrong. You super-power everything, which ends up with something exploding.” “Not this,” I said, grinning. “There will be no blowing up.” “Whatever,” he said. “Just get your ass inside for dinner.” “I’m coming,” I said. “Right after