By: Lizbeth Selvig
Releasing July 21, 2015
When Harper Lee Crockett returns home to Paradise Ranch,
, the last thing she expects is to
fall head-over-heels in lust for Cole, childhood neighbor and her older
sister's long-time boyfriend. The spirited and artistic Crockett sister has
finally learned to resist her craziest impulses, but this latest trip home and
Cole's rough-and-tough appeal might be too much for her fading self-control. Wyoming
Cole Wainwright has long been fascinated by the sister who's always stood out from the crowd. His relationship with Amelia, the eldest Crockett sister, isn't as perfect as it seems, and with Harper back in town, he sees everything he's been missing. Cole knows they have no future together—he's tied to the land and she's created a successful life in the big city—but neither of them can escape their growing attraction or inconvenient feelings.
As Harper struggles to come to grips with new family responsibilities and her forbidden feelings for Cole, she must decide whether to listen to her head or to give her heart what it wants.
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Lizbeth Selvig writes fun, heartwarming contemporary romantic fiction for
books. Her debut novel, The Rancher and the Rock Star, was released in 2012. Her
second, Rescued By A Stranger is a 2014 RWA RITA® Award nominee. Liz lives in with her best
friend (aka her husband), a hyperactive border collie named Magic and a gray
Arabian gelding named Jedi. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine
editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician
son, Lizbeth entered Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010
with The Rancher and the Rock Star (then titled Songbird) and won the Single
Title Contemporary category. Minnesota
In her spare time, she loves being a brand new grandma to Evelyn Grace as well as to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her four-legged grandchildren, of which there are nearly twenty, including a wallaby, an alpaca, a donkey, a pig, a sugar glider, and many dogs, cats and horses (pics of all appear on her website www.lizbethselvig.com). She loves connecting with readers—contact her any time!
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She gasped and pulled away, avoiding his eyes. “Cole, no. We can’t . . .”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No longer anything except a friend.” He turned her face gently with one finger and she had to meet his smiling eyes. “But still, I know that was too quick. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Especially if there’s anyone else—I didn’t even ask. I honestly just got excited for you.”
Mia was more than his friend. She was and always would be his ex-girlfriend, lover, almost fiancée. No matter how strained her relationship with her sister might be, Harper would never do the stealing thing. The comparison thing.
“There’s no one else.”
She stared, dumbstruck at herself. That wasn’t what she’d intended to say.
“Well, then. That’s good.” He let her go. “And for the record? It was a good kiss.”
It definitely had been that.
“And congratulations,” he continued. “I know this is your dream.”
“Uh . . .” She scrambled to regain her composure. “It is. But don’t tell anyone.”
“Why would you keep it a secret?”
“I didn’t feel right celebrating it before Dad’s funeral. Tomorrow is soon enough.”
“Okay. But then you’re shouting it from the rooftop.”
Her composure wouldn’t quite cooperate by fully returning, but Cole looked down at their clothing and made a face that at least dispelled her awkwardness.
“We’d better go in. I’ve pushed the limits of your grandmother’s timeline. I was supposed to have you back ten minutes ago. She didn’t seem much inclined to be patient.”
“Grandma gets what she wants. But I’m sure it’s something simple like what to do with all the flowers. It has to be.”
She looked to him for confirmation, but a surprising shadow of concern crossed his eyes. “I don’t know,” he said. “In all honesty I got out of the house to procrastinate, too. I had the weird feeling this meeting might be something we all wish it wasn’t.”