From WSJ best-selling romance author Winter Renshaw comes an angsty
small-town romance with a twist you won't see coming....
When some pretty little thing shows up at my doorstep with a suitcase,
claiming she rented my house for the summer, I waste no time informing
her that my house isn't for rent. Some Internet jack*ss scammed her out
of all her money, but that's not my problem.
Only when I find her sleeping in her car a couple days later, I can't
turn my back. I make her an offer: room and board in exchange for
working on my ranch. She agrees - not like she has a choice - and I open
my doors to a girl who sings too loud, sticks her nose where it doesn't
belong, and distracts me with her tight jeans and those full, f**kable
lips.
I keep her at arm's length, and for good reason. I don't deserve
happiness. And I don't deserve her. But when those hot summer days melt
into long country nights, I find it hard to keep my hands off of her,
even when I know they don't belong there. My mouth on hers, her body on
mine, that glimmer in her big brown eyes when she looks at me like I've
hung the moon....
For the first time in years, my frozen heart beats again. And when I
look at her, I'm reminded that I'm still alive, that maybe all isn't
lost. And when I kiss her, I'm not thinking about the past anymore; I'm
picturing the two of us. A future. But people around here like to talk,
and rumors are alive and well, and some folks are out to convince her
I'm a monster with a sordid past. And maybe I am....
