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BLURB:
Welcome to Scandal, North Dakota, where loyalty runs deep and rivalries never die—especially between a country girl and a city boy who’s forgotten his roots…
Calder
I swore I’d never return to my family ranch and brewery. Those memories are best left buried in the dust. But when my father passes, it’s on me to shut down and sell up. The problem? Meredith Winslow—the girl running my father’s business. Except she’s no longer a girl… In those tight jeans, with a hotter-than-hell smirk and a fiery temper to match, she’s all woman. And she’s refusing to leave.
Meredith agrees to show me the ropes so I can help out until we sell. It’s exhausting work, so why can’t I sleep at night? Is it the paper-thin wall between us, the question of what she’s wearing to bed, or the thought of taking away the only home she’s ever known?
Meredith
I’ve worn my boots to the bone at Crossroads, feeding the horses by day and serving beer to the locals by night. Then brooding, bossy, sex-in-a-suit Calder turns up to kick the door closed on my life with one perfectly polished shoe.
This is the place I grew up wild and free. Calder says we have to leave it all behind. And I can’t let that happen…
Because somewhere between the eye rolls and heated arguments, early morning starts turn into late night flirting. Calling last orders turns into roaming hands and finally knowing what his stubble feels like against my neck. Riding side-by-side with our legs brushing turns into a hard, fast, stolen moment against a fence post…
Our chemistry burns hotter than any North Dakota summer. But this man might take everything from me—and if he keeps looking at me with those sparkling brown eyes, I’m worried I might just hand it right to him…
Excerpt:
Now my sister and Ransom Cross are gone, the two Cross family businesses I’ve been a part of for what feels like my whole life are on unstable ground. Jules Creek Brewing only has me, and Crossroads Ranch is struggling too. At least I have a little more help with the latter, especially since it’s also my home.
Maybe I should take the week off.
The front door opens. Crap. I forgot to lock it behind me when I arrived. I look to Molly, knowing she’ll have no issue telling the new arrival we aren’t open yet, but her mouth is slack and her eyes are wide.
I swivel in my seat, and my heart clambers up my throat. Oh… my…
A man strides in, his dark, sharp gaze sweeping over the place, lips turning down. He isn’t just wearing a tailored black suit—he’s giving it life, like he was born in the damn thing. While he’s clean-shaven, a dark shadow grazes his chin, as if his stubble defied the blade to help show off his hard jaw. He may be in a suit instead of jeans and cowboy boots, with his thick hair tamed into a neat side part, but I’d recognize those hard, deep brown eyes anywhere.
My pulse kicks up, and heat flushes through me. This is surely not the arrogant twenty-two-year-old who called my sister horrible names. He’d be forty-two now.
His gaze cuts toward me and narrows for a millisecond before raking down my body. His frown deepens, and he lifts his gaze almost reluctantly to meet mine. Energy snaps in the air between us, thickening each molecule until I feel like I can’t take a full breath. Flutters ripple through my stomach, a sensation utterly alien to what I’ve been going through the past few days.
He slides his cool gaze away and continues his powerful strides across the taproom. I spin on the smooth surface of the stool as he marches past me. I don’t get a second glance—but I don’t want one. I don’t. Then he takes the stairs two at a time, his broad shoulders retreating until the slam of an office door makes me jump.
Calder Cross has arrived.
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