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Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 10 – Fact or Fiction? Lumberjacks can fuck right off. Luke Split me like a good girl is on repeat in my head as I grip my axe and set up for the wood chopping competition taking place in a few minutes. I glance down the line of twenty

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 9 – Fact or Fiction? My best friend is hot. Addison Man of the Mountain should be renamed Man Meat of the Mountain because as I look around at the endless lumberjacks sauntering around Boulder City Park with contestant numbers stuck to their flannels, I feel a hunger that I

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 8 – Fact or Fiction? Lumberjacking is a family affair. Luke “You got this, Luke!” Dakota cheers from where she stands by the creek that runs down the backside of our property. Trista moves to join Dakota, with Stevie propped on her hip. “You ready to watch your

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 7 – Fact or Fiction? I like dead people. Addison Me: Drinks after work tonight? We can go out or I can come up the mountain if you want. Luke: Sorry, swamped with work. Me: It’s been a month of this. What is your brother doing to you? Luke: Since Calder is

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 5 – Fact or Fiction? Best friends make good husbands. Addison “Let me know when you’re ready to discuss,” Luke says before turning on his heel and walking out to my front deck like he’s conducting a damn business meeting and not hitting me with his second marriage

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 4 – Fact or Fiction? Lumberjacks make good husbands. Luke The first time I met Roe was at the lumberyard. She was driving a forklift and pulling down a stack of two-by-fours and loading them onto a trailer for a customer who was basically catcalling her the whole

Read Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Chapter 3 – Fact or Fiction? Old men make good husbands. Addison “Marry me, Chuck,” I holler, throwing my hands out and kneeling before the forklift as the man old enough to be my father, and who was complaining of gout earlier this morning, climbs into the driver’s seat.

Fact or Fiction? Old men make good husbands. Addison “Marry me, Chuck,” I holler, throwing my hands out and kneeling before the forklift as the man old enough to be my father, and who was complaining of gout earlier this morning, climbs into the driver’s seat. He barks out a wet cough and shakes his

Luke Present Day My brothers are lying assholes. Sellouts. Traitorous jerks. You know those people who say one thing and do another? That’s those three fuckers. Ten years ago, we stood on this mountain and made a pact to be she-man woman haters until we were old and gray. But the image I’m looking at right