My Tractor Thinks I'm Sexy: A Small Town Sentient Object Romance

Sadie Kowalczyk is twenty-three years old and four hundred acres in debt. Her father is dead, the soybeans are already in the ground, and the bank in Sedalia has sent the first letter. Everyone in Pettis County has an opinion about what a girl her age ought to do with a farm she never asked for. Sell it. Lease it out. Marry someone who knows what he's doing. Then the tractor in the equipment shed says her name. Buck has worked this land since 1986. He watched Walt Kowalczyk raise her. He knows which gate sticks, which field floods, and what her father was doing the night he died. He speaks through the radio. He has no body, no face, and no intention of ever becoming a man. Not in chapter three, not in the epilogue, not ever. What he has is patience, a low steady voice, and thirty-nine years of paying attention. Wade Mercer, the county vet, has a nicer truck and an easier smile. He says all the right things. Her body has never once answered him. Sadie was raised to believe that wanting was the sin and obedience was the cure. The longer she spends in that shed with the engine idling and the radio on, the less she believes either one. Harvest is coming. So is the bank. And the trail camera her father mounted on the north fence line has been running the whole time. MY TRACTOR THINKS I'M SEXY is a full-length sentient object romance (103k words) with a high-heat slow burn, a small town death that will not stay buried, and a guaranteed HEA. Standalone, no cliffhanger. Content: explicit material, 18+. Grief, religious guilt, and a heroine unlearning her upbringing one decision at a time. Full content warnings available on request.