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Praise for Jaci Burton and her novels
“Jaci Burton’s stories are full of heat and heart.”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks
“A wild ride.”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh
“Jaci Burton delivers.”
—New York Times bestselling author Cherry Adair
“One to pick up and savor.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Jaci Burton’s books are always sexy, romantic, and charming! A hot hero, a lovable heroine, and an adorable dog—prepare to fall in love with Jaci Burton’s amazing new small-town romance series.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis
“A heartwarming second-chance-at-love contemporary romance enhanced by engaging characters and Jaci Burton’s signature dry wit.”
—USA Today
“Captures everything I love about a small-town romance.”
—Fresh Fiction
“Delivered on everything I was hoping for and more.”
—Under the Covers Book Blog
“A sweet, hot, small-town romance.”
—Dear Author
“Fun and sexy.”
—Fiction Vixen
“The perfect combination of heat and romance.”
—Heroes and Heartbreakers
“Plenty of romance; sexy men; hot, steamy loving; and humor.”
—Smexy Books
“An extraordinary novel—a definite home run!”
—Joyfully Reviewed
“Lively and funny . . . intense and loving.”
—The Road to Romance
“An invitation to every woman’s wildest fantasies.”
—Romance Junkies
“Burton is a master at sexual tension!”
—RT Book Reviews
TITLES BY JACI BURTON
BOOTS AND BOUQUETS SERIES
The Matchmaker’s Mistletoe Mission
(an eNovella)
The Best Man Plan
The Engagement Arrangement
The Accidental Newlywed Game
BROTHERHOOD BY FIRE SERIES
Hot to the Touch
Ignite on Contact
All Consuming
HOPE SERIES
Hope Smolders
(an eNovella)
Hope Flames
Hope Ignites
Hope Burns
Love After All
Make Me Stay
Don’t Let Go
Love Me Again
One Perfect Kiss
PLAY-BY-PLAY SERIES
The Perfect Play
Changing the Game
Taking a Shot
Playing to Win
Thrown by a Curve
One Sweet Ride
Holiday Games
(an eNovella)
Melting the Ice
Straddling the Line
Holiday on Ice
(an eNovella)
Quarterback Draw
All Wound Up
Hot Holiday Nights
(an eNovella)
Unexpected Rush
Rules of Contact
The Final Score
Shot on Gold
WILD RIDERS SERIES
Riding Wild
Riding Temptation
Riding on Instinct
Riding the Night
Riding to Sunset
(an eNovella)
Riding the Edge
(an eNovella)
STAND-ALONE NOVELS
Wild, Wicked, & Wanton
Bound, Branded, & Brazen
Housebroke
ANTHOLOGIES
Unlaced
(with Jasmine Haynes, Joey W. Hill, and Denise Rossetti)
Exclusive
(with Eden Bradley and Lisa Renee Jones)
Laced with Desire
(with Jasmine Haynes, Joey W. Hill, and Denise Rossetti)
Nauti and Wild
(with Lora Leigh)
Nautier and Wilder
(with Lora Leigh)
Hot Summer Nights
(with Carly Phillips, Erin McCarthy, and Jessica Clare)
Mistletoe Games
(Holiday Games, Holiday on Ice, and Hot Holiday Nights in one volume)
ENOVELLAS
The Ties That Bind
No Strings Attached
Wild Nights
BERKLEY ROMANCE
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Burton, Jaci, author.
Title: Housebroke / Jaci Burton.
Description: First edition. | New York: Berkley Romance, 2023.
Identifiers: LCCN 2023006160 (print) | LCCN 2023006161 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593439593 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9780593439609 (ebook)
Subjects: LCGFT: Romance fiction. | Novels.
Classification: LCC PS3602.U776 H69 2023 (print) | LCC PS3602.U776 (ebook) | DDC 813/.54—dc23/eng/20230216
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023006160
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023006161
First Edition: December 2023
Cover art by Vernnie Chong
Cover design by Rita Frangie Batour
Book design by Elke Sigal, adapted for ebook by Molly Jeszke
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Cover
Praise for Jaci Burton and Her Novels
Titles by Jaci Burton
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
About the Author
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This book is dedicated to animal rescue organizations and anyone who has ever rescued, fostered, or cared for a dog, cat, bunny, bird, snake, lizard, goat, horse, cow—well, you get it. Thank you for loving and caring for animals.
Please adopt—don’t shop.
CHAPTER ONE
Hazel Bristow lined up all her babies, preparing them for their early-evening walk. Today she waited until almost dark because even though it was late summer in Orlando, it was still muggy, and just chasing after these hellions all day inside was a sweat-inducing activity, let alone taking them on a long walk.
Of course as soon as she dragged the harnesses and leashes out, there were excited tail wags and butt wiggles. Even from Gordon the pug, who at twelve years old couldn’t make it more than two blocks but gave it his best effort. Which was why she always brought the stroller along.
She got all five dogs hooked up and prepped the stroller, and they were out the door, Lilith the Chihuahua leading the way, even though she was the smallest of the pack. But Penelope the golden retriever was too busy sniffing every blade of grass in the front yard, and Freddie the dachshund had to pee on every bush they passed, and they hadn’t even gotten off the property before Boo the pit mix parked his butt at the end of the driveway, refusing to go any farther.
“What’s wrong, Boo?”
He looked up at her with his sad eyes, pulling on the leash to head back toward the house. She frowned and studied him, trying to figure out what the issue was. Then it hit her.
“Oh, right.” She looped the leashes around the stroller, knowing they wouldn’t go anywhere without her. “I’ll be back in a sec, kids.”
She dashed inside and found Boo’s stuffed bear by the front door. She grabbed it and hurried back outside to find all five dogs waiting ever so patiently for her, though Lilith looked like she was ready to bolt any second and take the rest of them on the walk by herself.
“I’m so sorry for the delay, Lilith. We can go now.”
She handed Boo his bear. He gently took it in his mouth, and now they were ready to roll.
The dogs always started out at a brisk pace, especially Boo, who was the youngest and full of energy. Which suited her just fine, too. Even with the heat, she enjoyed walking.
She loved this neighborhood with its nice homes and amazing trees in every yard. It had always felt friendly and homey to her. She was so grateful to her friend Ginger for letting her crash here, even though the house was currently for sale. And empty. But it was a roof over her and the dogs’ heads, and she’d find something else soon. She’d promised her friend it would only be a short stay, and she’d keep the place superclean, which she had. And since Ginger and Greg had already moved out, Hazel felt like she was providing a service by keeping an eye on the place.
Plus, Hazel didn’t have a lot of stuff, so it was easy enough to pack up and vacate whenever Ginger alerted her that the real estate agent was coming by to do a showing. Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately for Ginger, there hadn’t been any activity for the past few weeks. Which had worked out well for Hazel, though she knew she was going to have to find another place to live soon. But right now? It was awesome, and she liked to imagine she and the dogs actually lived in the house.
As was typical, Gordon’s tongue started hanging out after about fifteen minutes, so she scooped him up and placed him in the stroller, where he promptly turned in a circle, curled up, and went to sleep. The rest of the dogs kept up the pace, though after thirty minutes she could tell they were hot and ready to head for home. So was she.
They made their way back to the house, and she unhooked the dogs from their harnesses. Everyone ran for their water bowls to hydrate while Hazel put everything away, then she went to the fridge for the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass. She drank the entire thing, breathing out a relieved sigh when she finished it. She washed and dried the glass and put it away just in case someone wanted to come look at the house. She never left dirty dishes or anything lying out, because just packing up the dogs and their things made it enough of a rush to leave.
Not that she had much.
She changed into her swimsuit, then opened the back door and all the dogs ran outside.
The best thing about this house was the pool. It was screened in to keep the bugs out, an important thing in Florida, so she could swim anytime of the day or night. It was also great therapy for Gordon, whose arthritis had gotten bad in the past year.
She grabbed his swim harness and put it on him, smiling as his tail swept back and forth.
“You ready for a little dip, baby?” she asked as she walked over to the steps and waded into the pool.
Gordon followed her to the side of the pool. She reached for him, and his short legs were already pumping before she set him in the water. She walked around the shallow end, letting him swim while she held on to the harness for support.
“You like the water, don’t you, Gordon?”
Gordon didn’t answer, of course, but she could tell from his goofy pug smile that he loved it. Because when Gordon didn’t love something, he let you know with lots of grunts and whines.
So did Boo, who jumped into the deep end and swam around for a while before making his way to the steps. He got out, shook the water off, and lay down under one of the shade trees.
“You’ve got to have some Labrador in you, Boo. You just love your swims.”
Boo rolled over on his back, stuck his feet up in the air, and went to sleep, ignoring her praise.
Typical. She continued to enjoy the cool water, though at times she wished she could swim laps. Sometimes she did, late at night, after the dogs were all asleep. She’d come out here and slice through the water, remembering the times she’d have a late-night swim in her own pool, at her own house, enjoying that quiet. Before her marriage went to hell and she lost everything.
Well, there was no point in reliving the past, was there? That part of her life was over. There was only now, and now was pretty great.
Temporarily great, anyway. This wasn’t her home.
Not wanting to overtire Gordon, Hazel kept track of the time. Gordon would spend all day in the water if he could.
The other dogs would swim on occasion, but not every day, preferring the copious amounts of shade over in the grassy area of the yard. And it was getting late, so she scooped Gordon into her arms, unzipped him from his harness, and placed him on the ground, letting him shake off the water. Of course he’d dry in no time, so she grabbed a towel and dried herself off, put on her T-shirt, and headed into the house to get dinner ready for the dogs.
They all followed, knowing the routine.
She stood at the kitchen peninsula, prepping their food, the dogs sitting and waiting patiently nearby. All bets were off once she set the bowls down and told them to eat. Then it was slurping and crunching and Hazel should probably think about making her own dinner.
Except she needed to make a plan. She had the foster dogs, and the agencies she worked with paid for their medical care and provided a stipend for their food, which was great. But as far as income? She had mostly . . . Okay, she had nothing. And that wasn’t going to put a roof over her head and gas in the car.
She took odd jobs here and there to pay the bills, but long term it wasn’t ideal. And she was dipping into her meager savings more than she wanted to.
She sat on the fold-up chair and watched the dogs eat, realizing she was going to have to come up with something more permanent and soon. Living day-to-day and sometimes hour to hour just wasn’t cutting it.
For her or for her dogs.
* * *
• • •
Lincoln Kennedy pulled into the driveway of his next project, a nice four-bedroom in a prime location in Orlando. He turned the engine off in his truck and wished it was still daylight so he could take a look at the outside of the house, but that would have to wait until morning.
What a shit day. Shit month, actually. He gripped the steering wheel, wishing he’d had time to take a long vacation to somewhere tropical and shake off the dregs of his breakup with Stefanie.
It had all boiled down to the money. His money. Once Stefanie had found out how much he had, she’d changed. He thought the two of them had a chance at something, but she’d turned out to be no different than any other woman he’d ever had a relationship with. He’d been judged by his wallet, and once a woman found out his was fat, she saw him differently. Wanted things from him. Planned a future based on his income.
So he’d ended it, just like he’d ended all his other relationships.
Whatever. Girlfriends were too much trouble. And he needed to get to work.
He grabbed his bag and the keys that the Realtor had overnighted to him and walked to the front door, then slipped the keys in the lock, noting the lockbox was still on the door. He made a mental note to contact the agent in the morning so it could be removed.
As he opened the door, he yawned. The flight from San Francisco to Orlando had been long and exhausting, but such was the nature of his business. Not that he was complaining, since he loved the travel, and he was excited to start this new project. At least this would give him something to get jazzed about.
He dropped his bag at the front door, then paused, certain he’d heard a noise. He waited a few beats listening for anything else that didn’t seem right. When he didn’t hear another sound, he headed straight to the kitchen.
