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  Table of Contents

  Dirty Farmer

  The Dirty Suburbs Series

  The Esquire Girls Series

  Esquire HEAT Series

  Standalone novels

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  Dirty Silver (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 7)

  Dirty Forever (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 8 )

  Dirty Farmer

  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 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

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

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  Dirty Farmer

  (The Dirty Suburbs Series - Book 6)

  Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  Dirty Farmer (The Dirty Suburbs Series - Book 6)

  Copyright © 2017 Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents appearing therein are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be interpreted as real. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status of the various products referenced in this work.

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  Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  The Dirty Suburbs Series

  Dirty Neighbor

  Dirty Player

  Dirty Stranger

  Dirty Favor

  Dirty Lover

  Dirty Farmer

  Dirty Silver

  Dirty Forever

  The Esquire Girls Series

  Amber’s Story

  Amber Nights (Amber – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4)

  Madison’s Story

  For Madison, Always (Madison – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4)

  Ruthie’s Story

  Ruthie’s Desire (Ruthie – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4)

  Hailey’s story

  Moments with Hailey (Hailey - Books 1, 2, 3 & 4)

  Esquire HEAT Series

  A Very Eager Intern

  A Very Frustrated Attorney

  Standalone novels

  Matteo

  Beast

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  Dirty Silver (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 7)

  Evangeline

  I lied, okay?

  My family and friends think that I'm traipsing across Europe dominating one runway after the next and amassing a small fortune. But the truth is I'm in New York City, on stage at the auction, about to sell off my body to the highest bidder just to pay off the outrageous debt that I owe to my modeling agency. I’m only 22 but apparently, I’m already past my prime.

  I’m scared and I’m humiliated. Still, I know that one month with a wealthy stranger will solve all my problems.

  But the last person I expect to be placing bids on my (non-existent) virginity is Raphael Silver, my father's sexy and filthy rich best friend.

  Raphael

  I miss the good old days when closing a business deal meant cracking open a bottle of aged scotch with a rich old bastard in the VIP section of an upscale Manhattan strip club. But, this young, trust fund brat wants to take it up a notch.

  That's how I ended up at this ultra-exclusive sex club, watching idiot billionaires bid at a virginity auction. This place is sleazy, even for me. I'm not the type of man who gets off on ‘paying for play’. Still, I'll go along with it just to get this new client.

  But the last person I expect to see on that stage in a sparkly little outfit is Evangeline Brooks, my best friend’s way-too-young, way-too-tempting daughter. I can't help but notice that she's all grown up but I'll be damned if I let one of these scumbags get their hands on her.

  I’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means buying her for myself.

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  Dirty Forever (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 8 )

  The much-anticipated conclusion to the Dirty Suburbs series

  Gracie

  "Did he cheat?"

  That's the first question women ask when they learn that I'm separated from my husband. I always offer them a weak smile and assure them that, no, Daniel didn't cheat on me. The man is a lot of things, but unfaithful isn't one of them.

  So then, naturally, the next question that comes to their mind is, did I cheat? Thankfully, they usually have enough couth to refrain from asking that one out loud.

  The reality is that neither of us were unfaithful. We found a host of much more inventive ways to break each other's hearts.

  But I'm just about sick of crying myself to sleep every night. And I hate the look of despondency on his face every time he comes over to pick up our son for the weekend.

  We've both suffered for long enough. It's time to end this madness.

  One of us has to be the bad guy. I guess that's gonna have to be me.

  Daniel

  "Are you dating?"

  That's the first question women ask me when they learn that I'm separated from my wife. Hell no, I'm not dating. And neither is she. I swear – I'd kill any man that gets near my Grace.

  People in this town assume that my marriage is over. But they don't know the lengths I'd go to for that woman. I'm not giving up on my wife. On my son. On my family.

  I'm sick of falling asleep in a cold bed every night. I need her body curled up beside me. I need to wake up next to her.

  She still loves me.

  We've both suffered for long enough. It's time to end this madness.

  One of us has to be the bigger person. I guess that's gonna have to be me.

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  Dirty Farmer

  The Dirty Suburbs Se
ries (Book 6)

  Lily

  I'm a little hormonal right now.

  Y'see, I found the ring at the bottom of his sock drawer, a modest diamond sitting on a thin, yellow gold band. But now 8 weeks later, it's gone. He returned it and my once-devoted boyfriend is having second thoughts.

  Did I mention that I'm pregnant?

  Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive.

  Great. Just great.

  Jakob

  I like to keep to myself. Just me and my farm. So when a chatty city girl shows up in search of work, I'm hesitant to hire. But with her adorable blond ringlets and her pretty pink lips, I can't bring myself to say 'no'.

  And did I mention that she's pregnant?

  Anyway, I've got to keep my head on straight and ignore the way she sends my libido into overdrive, all while keeping this farm from plunging into bankruptcy.

  Great. Just great.

  "Dirty Farmer" is book six in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

  Table of contents

  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

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Lily

  The BMW 3 Series limps up the driveway, inching by on fumes. I check the address again. Yup, this is it.

  I sign myself.

  At least I made it to my destination before the poor car clunked out on me. My guardian angel must be exhausted after all the shit that's gone on in the past few days.

  Trevor — freaking asshat — cut off my access to his credit cards as soon as he realized the car was gone. After everything I've been through with/for him, the least he could do was let me leave with my dignity in tact and a few dollars for gas and food. But nnnoooo...That's too much to ask of good old Trevor, the asshat.

  Returning the engagement ring he bought me after finding out I was pregnant wasn’t enough humiliation for me. He had to add further insult to my injuries.

  Anyway, I don’t want to think about my ex-boyfriend-slash-would-be-fiance right now. In the next five minutes, my life is about to change. In a big way.

  I glance into the rearview mirror at my dishevelled appearance. My skin is pale. I look sickly. My eyes are puffy and red-rimmed from crying and the hair I spent two hours flat-ironing on Friday morning now looks like it would make a comfy home for a wounded bird. But aside from a quick dab of concealer and a swipe of lip gloss, there's nothing I can do about my appearance right this minute.

  I grab my leather duffel and climb out of the driver's seat on wobbly legs. My skirt is embarrassingly wrinkled and I have sweat rings on my underarms. That's what I get for wearing this spring's trendiest white rayon on an impromptu long-haul road trip.

  The sky still wears a purple-gray hue as the sun makes its sluggish ascent on this nippy late April morning. My heart thumps to the rhythm of my high heels cracking along the paved walkway. Bulbous flowers in an array of shades frame the path and the woven mat on the front stoop says 'Welcome'.

  I sure hope I am.

  I don't quite know how I'd react if a perfect stranger showed up on my doorstep in her red-bottom heels with a designer overnight bag and nowhere else to go.

  But Rash-Decisions is my middle name so here goes...

  I hit the bell and hear the tinny melody echo behind the door. A faint voice yells out. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

  Goosebumps coat my skin as I wait an interminable moment before the door swings open.

  A frazzled-looking blond stands at the door with a teary-eyed, snotty-nosed baby on her hip. She's petite just like I am but my hips are wider. My nose is broader, too. Hers is thin and straight.

  But her hair is just as wild and unkempt as mine. Okay, looks like we have at least one thing in common right off the bat.

  "Hello?" Her eyes scan my face before falling to my crumpled outfit, my overstuffed bag and my scuffed stilettos. "Uh, can I help you?"

  She has gorgeous features. Huge chestnut eyes, high cheekbones, the longest lashes ever. But she could definitely use a good keratin treatment and maybe some balayage highlights.

  Okay, Lily — not the time for a style analysis.

  "Hi!" I say, much too chipper, much too enthusiastic. "Are you Grace?"

  Her eyes narrow with suspicion. "Yes, I am."

  The baby whines, leaning his head on his mommy's shoulder. A thought flutters into my mind - a little person will be clinging to me like that someday soon. I run my hand over my stomach and my heart clenches with equal parts awe and trepidation.

  "This little cutie is your son?" I ask offering him a smile. The boy pitches a snotty sneeze and shoves his hand into the stretched-out neckline of Grace's ratty T-shirt.

  She hitches a brow. "Who are you?" She pulls the child closer to her chest.

  Great! She thinks I'm a predator!

  The chapped corners of my lips burn from smiling so hard. "I'm Lily," I say, extending a hand.

  I'm not sure that a handshake is the appropriate strategy for broaching this situation. But I don't have a script. I'm winging it here.

  Her eyes fall on my bag again. "Look Lily, I don't mean to be rude but whatever you're selling, I'm sure I don't need."

  "I'm not selling anything. I just need to talk –"

  She shakes her head, backing away from the doorway. "My husband – estranged husband - bought us all the life insurance we'll ever need so..." She grips the edge of the door, readying to shut it.

  The sound of an engine fills the air. Grace's eyes catch on something over my shoulder. I glance back to see a little, red VW Beetle pull up to the curb. A tall, blonde Marilyn Monroe lookalike jumps out, carrying a huge grocery bag with her.

  "Sorry sorry sorry!" she calls out as she rushes across the driveway. "Got caught up in a conversation with Nancy and Delores in the checkout line. Couldn't get out of it." She offers me a wide smile as she zooms by me. "Hello!"

  Faith. That must be Faith. God, she's pretty.

  She kisses the baby tenderly on his cheek. "My Pooh Bear has the cold," she coos. "Don't worry. Aunty brought you treats." She drops the grocery bag and steals the baby out of his mother's arms.

  Grace throws me another glance before grabbing the door again.

  "Wait!" I yelp, not even trying to mask my desperation.

  Annoyance spikes in her brown irises. Faith’s curious blue gaze fans over my face.

  This isn't how I'd imagined having this conversation; me standing on the front stoop, Grace two seconds from slamming door in my face. But it's now or n
ever.

  The words stumble past the ball of anxiety in my throat. "I'm your sister. And I need somewhere to stay."