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The Fortunate Son by Aimee Nicole Walker

Redemption Ridge, Book 2

Ivan Gallagher’s first and only attempt at love nearly cost him everything—his reputation, family, and even his freedom. Needing an outlet for his pent-up passion, the gruff foreman turns his beekeeping hobby into a successful business. Just when he’s on the verge of taking his liquid gold to the next level, a granted favor transforms his orderly life into a sticky mess.

Rory Snyder was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but wealth couldn’t spare him from loss and heartache. Finding himself at the center of a dangerous media storm, the social media influencer seeks refuge at Redemption Ridge. Too bad the Viking-sized Ivan seems impervious to Rory’s charms because he could use a sexy distraction from the chaos threatening to ruin his life.

Predawn collisions in the hallway lead to revelations, explorations, and something far sweeter than honey. Soon, living in the moment becomes living for the moment. But for how long? A future seems impossible for the humble foreman and the fortunate son until a common nemesis makes Ivan and Rory realize what they truly stand to lose.

The Fortunate Son is book two in the Redemption Ridge series. Though each story features a different couple, reading the series in order is essential. The Fortunate Son contains mature themes and is intended for adults.

Content Warning: homophobia, underage alcohol addiction, and intentional overdosing are briefly discussed in this book, though no graphic descriptions are used.

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Lips wet with juice moved slowly as Rory chewed, never taking his gaze away from Ivan’s. It felt like they communicated nothing and everything in their silent stare-down. What the hell was happening, and why had Ivan taken two more steps toward the man? The urge to palm Rory’s neck and lick the juice from his lips was enough to stop him in his tracks. Maybe his expression gave away his intentions because the minx before him made a big production of sticking the tip of his tongue out and swiping it over his lips. He was temptation personified; the snake in the Garden of Eden.

 

Ivan’s chest expanded and grew tight as his earlier thoughts returned. If they’d been at a bar, club, or even a sandwich shop, he would make the move that Rory’s daring gaze encouraged. This wasn’t any of those places, and Ivan didn’t have the luxury of bringing them both to the pinnacle of pleasure before walking away. This was his home and workplace, and he kept his business clean. That had been the primary reason he’d never told Finley how he’d felt about him. It was a damn good thing too because it would’ve gotten horribly messy.

 

“That bad, huh?” Rory asked. His voice was cultured and slow.

 

“The worst.”

 

Rory smiled as he lifted the apple to his lips again. He paused before taking a bite. “Gird your loins because you haven’t seen anything yet.”

 

The remark didn’t sound threatening; it was more like a carnal challenge Ivan didn’t want to resist. Cash appeared seemingly out of nowhere before he could take another step or utter a response.

 

“There you are.” Cash’s tone was too bright for Ivan’s liking, and he turned toward his boss. “I see you’ve met Rory.”

 

“No, we haven’t been introduced,” Ivan told him.

 

“Well, let me fix that,” Cash said, gesturing to the stranger in the kitchen. “Rory Snyder, this is my foreman, Ivan Gallagher.”

 

Turning around, it shocked Ivan to see Rory was standing immediately in front of him. He hadn’t known the guy could move so fast, but then again, he knew nothing about him. Except that he was trouble. He’d bet his next paycheck on it. Ivan extended his hand toward Rory because his good manners required him to reciprocate the gesture. Rory kept his apple in his left hand and wrapped the fingers of his right around Ivan’s. Electricity sparked between them, and Ivan would’ve recoiled if Rory hadn’t tightened his grip.

 

“Ivan,” Rory purred. “The perfect name for a conqueror.”

 

Ivan politely tried to free his hand to stop the heat from expanding beyond his arm. The last thing he needed was a raging hard-on in Cash’s kitchen. But Rory held firm, even sidled closer as he raked a salacious gaze over Ivan’s body.

 

“Not a conqueror.” Ivan’s voice was as low as usual but with added gravel to give it texture. He cleared his throat, tugged his hand free, and unwittingly closed his fingers around his palm to hold on to the sensation a little longer.

 

Rory’s pale blue eyes didn’t miss a thing, and his gaze lingered on Ivan’s fist until Ivan unfurled his fingers. “Pity,” Rory replied. “I’d love to draw you a map to a region that could use a good pillaging.”

 

Cash laughed, and Ivan nearly choked on his saliva as delicious images formed in his mind. If this little minx wasn’t on the ranch, he’d take him up on the invitation shimmering in his eyes and rolling off his tongue. “Just a foreman,” Ivan said, hoping to vanquish the spell Rory Snyder had cast on him.

 

“I don’t think you’re just anything,” Rory said. “I think you could be everything.”

 

Had anyone ever looked at him with so much hunger and possession?

Was it genuine or some weird power trip? Approaching footsteps reached Ivan’s ears, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Rory’s. What was this man’s game?

“What’s taking so long?” Nick asked as he joined them in the kitchen.

 

“Your brother is trying to seduce my foreman,” Cash replied. “I think he might be succeeding.”

 

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