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For the first time in her life, Ireland Mills is happy with her body. No more fad diets, no more hiding from every camera in the room, no more low self-esteem. She’d rather be alone than with someone who’ll only love her if she’s skinny.
Caleb Carpenter and Ben Weber are everything Ireland and the Kansas Chamber of Commerce dreamed of when conceptualizing the “Real Kansas” promotional campaign. They’re handsome, young, educated, and totally dedicated to their small prairie town.
When Ireland’s Prius gets stuck on a Kansas dirt road and a massive storm rips through town, she’s left stranded with nowhere to turn but to Caleb and Ben. These two hunky country boys are impossible to ignore, but could they ever be interested in her as well?
Caleb and Ben are more than interested…and they’re willing to share. After their first night together, they know this has to be more than a one-time thing. They need to make her theirs forever. But can they convince Ireland they love her, curves and all?
Review : loved this book I related to Ireland a lot she dumped her dick of a boyfriend who didn't accept her body. So on a work trip to take photos of a farm . She meets caleb and then she meets Ben. Caleb and Ireland end up kissing then we meet Ben a former soldier and they all end up having sex see Ben and caleb do better with a third in a relationship. This book was a look into a polyamorous relationship. But when a storm hits the town and Ireland almost gets hurt Ben is scared and yells at her to go home . So she goes but forgot her camera so she goes back and Ben is there and he apologizes and wants her to stay and she does .They all start a relationship but when a reporter wants to do a story on Ireland who has been taking photos of the town and she gets made fun of online she leaves but she's sad until she gets a visitor Ben and caleb's ex girlfriend who tells her she needs to go back to them and fuck the haters mostly .So they showed up with flowers aww so sweet they go back and it flashes to Christmas and caleb proposes to Ireland and Ben it was so sweet.
And started wearing the clothes everyone said I shouldn’t—crop tops and leggings and short dresses and over-the-knee boots—and I started taking dance classes for the hell of it, because it sounded fun and because I wasn’t going to care anymore about being the biggest woman in the room or the one who sweats the most or breathes the loudest. I was going to live in my body now.
You don’t care, remember? It’s better to be alone than with someone who doesn’t like you with the body you have.
Out in the circle of lamplight, Ben watches Caleb slowly go still, and they both let out a long breath. “She must be something,” Ben says, the heel of his palm still hard against his fly. He’s just as affected by the unfiltered and brutish sight of Caleb coming as I am, but he seems to have more control. Me, I’m on the edge of my own orgasm, my eyes still riveted on the sight of Caleb’s unflagging erection. But Ben is still all cool words and careful, catlike posture. Only his palm pressed to his covered cock gives him away. “She is,” Caleb rumbles, still catching his breath. “I can’t wait for you to meet her.” “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to wait long,” Ben replies coolly. “She’s right here in the barn with us. Aren’t you, Ireland?
She hesitantly steps out of the stall, a flush high on her cheeks—one I know will be matched on Caleb’s face. Thirty-three years old, and he still blushes like he did in grade school
You’re done with that now. No more apologizing just because you’re scared of people walking away.
The fish are very nice fish,” Caleb promises. “They haven’t eaten a person in years.
You guys,” she admonishes, pushing us back with a flat palm to each of our chests. “I’m supposed to meet a reporter from the Star at any minute, and I can’t do that with lipstick all over my face and a used condom in my pocket.” “Well, obviously we’d throw the condom away after—” Her hand moves from my chest to my mouth. “Your talking privileges are suspended
It’s that word, isn’t it? Fat?” “Well, I don’t—” “Do you think fat means bad?” “I mean, I—” Hand wave. “It’s just a word, princess