She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like Schitt’s Creek, Homeland, and Fleabag. USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. Like any cowboy, he’s good with a rope and knows exactly how to tie me up. Nothing has ever felt so right, but his past has taught him not to believe in happily ever after, and every perfect night I spend in his arms brings us closer to goodbye. And once we give into each other, we can’t stop. That’s not the only big thing he’s got–which I discover the night I finally sneak across the hall to his bedroom and shed my inhibitions right alongside my pajamas.
I only returned to my hometown of Bellamy Creek to sell my late mother’s house, and he just invited me and my son to stay with him because he’s got a big heart. A lot.īut I’m a single mom trying to move on with my life, and he’s running that ranch single-handedly while taking care of his elderly father. He makes a girl sweat just looking at him. And who wouldn’t appreciate those strong hands, that massive chest, and the way he fills out a pair of Levis? Yes, I’ve had a secret crush on him since we were seventeen. Sure, he’s a hot cowboy who left Wall Street behind to take over his family’s ranch.
That’s all Beckett Weaver and I have ever been.
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