Hi, Reader,

It's Release Day! 🤠

I'm. In. Love. With this book!

Each book in this series has felt so different, so special to me. But this one—holy smokes!

As the reviews say below, it's filled with pining and yearning. The tension of 'we shouldn't, but gosh we want to' is just delicious.

Add in a meddling grandma and a small town ... I'm so proud of this.

I can't wait for you to read it on Amazon. Of course, if you have Kindle Unlimited, it's free for you! (Add it to your Kindle so it's waiting on you!)

“Hot steamy cowboy with a filthy mouth and a hard on for only his woman, whether they were together or not. “ -Natascha, Goodreads

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“Make Me was a treasure box of emotions.” - PP’s Bookshelf

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“This story felt warm, nostalgic, emotional, and deeply romantic all at once. Like coming home to a place your heart never truly left.” - Ayushi, Goodreads

Excerpt:

“I can explain,” I say before I’m even out of the car.

“I figured.”

The door swings closed behind me, and I shove my heart-shaped sunglasses onto the top of my head. In the distance, chaos continues to unfold. Shouts, shrieks, and the distinct sound of oinking create a cacophony of background sounds—how do I smooth this over?—but all that fades into oblivion as my gaze settles on him.

The warmth from his deep brown eyes spread through my body—heating my chest, coloring my cheeks—coiling into an almost too tight ball in my core.

It’s unfair how well time treats him.

Hartley has always been devastatingly handsome—a fact I’m uncertain he knows, but he probably couldn’t care less if he did. The more years that pass, the better he becomes. He fills out the denim wrapped around his muscled thighs, and his shoulders are as broad as the barn behind him. And his mustache? Stupid hot.

His physical appearance is enough to throw any woman off kilter, but that’s not even his superpower. That lies in his charm. He has a seemingly effortless ability to … be. There’s no flash, no force, and absolutely no performance in anything he says or does. He’s just a quiet gravity that’s steady and grounding in a way I’ve only ever felt around him.

And it takes my breath away. He takes my breath away. Totally unfair.

“You better get to talkin’,” he says. There’s a twinkle in his eye, and I hope it’s from amusement and not the sun.