Blurb:
Artist Amelia Britton battles her
older brother for the right to remain on the family farm—their inheritance
after their parents’ tragic deaths—she faces a looming mortgage, weather
threatens to destroy her crops, and the man she secretly loves only sees her as
Craig’s little sister.
After serving his country in
Afghanistan, Lucas Dwyer expected to return home to his family’s farm, but the
bank foreclosed. Undeterred, he begins combining-for-hire to support his
younger sister in college. His best friend convinces him to discourage local
guys from dating Amelia. Craig wants her back in the city, farming is too hard
for a woman alone. Only one problem—Lucas has fallen in love with Amelia.
With family, the bank, and the
weather conspiring against them, can Amelia and Lucas ever hope to grow the
love blooming between them?
Excerpts:
Karen slid the door open.
Gentleman Jack squirmed into an attentive sit
on the floor beside Lia. Though he was a bird dog, he often imitated a guard
dog. One twice his size. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him
close for a hug. The last thing she needed was pity from Lucas. Jack would help
her put on a brave front.
The moment the door moved fully
aside, Lucas rushed in. Jack raced over and danced at his feet, following Lucas
to her as if to say, Thank God you’re
here. I don’t know what else to do with her.
Lia dropped to a cushion on the
floor, sat cross-legged, and motioned for Lucas to sit on the one facing her.
Hope danced a nervous cha-cha in her stomach.
She was a woman—who wanted a man,
who wanted her—just for who she was.
Her heart danced pirouettes and
high leaps in a ballet where she was a ballerina and Lucas, her cavalier.
“You need to get this through
your head. I’m not leaving you alone tonight,” she said huskily.
Once outside, Lucas let go of a
deep breath. It was one thing to have a poker face, but quite another to have a
poker voice. With Craig worried about Amelia, rightly so after the events of
the day, Lucas considered the best way to express his feelings for Amelia to
her brother. To blurt out, “I love your sister,” would be weird.
“If I say, ‘I love your sister
and want to marry her,’ he’ll laugh his ass off, or worse yet, when he finds
out what just transpired, he’ll want a duel at dawn. How did a man born and
raised in the country come to equate vast open spaces, glorious sunsets, and
fresh everything with an inferior lifestyle?”
“Are you speaking to me, young
man?” An older man approached on the sidewalk. His cane tapped against the
pavement as he walked.
“No, sir. Talking to myself.”
“Crazy are you?” the man asked as
he continued walking.
“Yep. Crazy about a woman.”
“Continue on, then,” the man said
as he passed. “Try telling her about it rather than talking to strangers.”
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