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Just as she kicked off her sleep shorts, her bedroom door flew open, and a giant man—with a scruffy beard, sandy blond hair that hung just above his shoulders, and tattoos—appeared in the doorway. So she did what any sane woman would do: She screamed bloody murder, then picked up the closest thing in reach, a vase of wildflowers, and threw them at her would-be assailant. “Who the hell are you?” the man shouted as he moved to the side in time to dodge the vase that crashed on the hallway floor. Missy grabbed her shirt off the bed and tried to cover up before she threw a pillow at him. “Get out, or the sheriff will shoot you when he gets here,” Missy yelled as she scrambled to stand on her bed. “Mrs. Hart, call Wesley!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “What in the world is happening?” Mrs. Hart suddenly appeared in the doorway holding a shotgun. “Oh my gosh, she’s armed,” Missy said. “Gran, if you shoot me you won’t get a chance to yell at me or this intruder who broke your vase,” the stranger said. “Wait, did you just say Gran?” Missy asked, now standing on her rumpled bed. “Levi Hart, you rascal, you don’t come home for an entire year and then you barge in like you own the place,” Mrs. Hart said but pointed the shotgun down at the floor and looked at Missy. “Missy honey, you’ll have to put on more clothes, or my grandson is liable to think I’m running a nudist colony now.” “I’m not opposed, for the record,” the brute said, then had the nerve to wink at her. Unarmed she reached down to grip another pillow and threw it at him, but he easily caught it. “Stop throwing my pillows around. These cost a fortune,” the stranger said. “This is my bed,” Missy snapped. “Is that right, beautiful? Well, I happen to know I bought that bed, and I don’t like to share.” Her heart had the nerve to flutter at his compliment, and she would have to be blind not to notice his handsome face beneath his scruff. Not to mention his navy-blue eyes that twinkled like he could read her thoughts about him. Find out what happens next in this enemies-to-lovers, small-town romance! Grab your copy of The Bad Boy's Homecoming by Stella Holt today!

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New Small-town Romance Series

The Bad Boy’s Homecoming (The Southern Hart Brothers Book 2)