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An on the job accident leaves ranch owner
Trey Armstrong with a dislocated shoulder and no recollection of the last few
years of his life, including his marriage to the lovely Greta. His mind might
not remember her but his body sure does, and despite his lack of memory, Trey
finds himself eager to return to the homestead. With his ranch a success and a
beautiful, understanding wife by his side, Trey comes to think he’s been living
the charmed life.
But not all is as it seems. Behind shy
smiles and scorching kisses, Greta is hiding secrets that could destroy their
rediscovered relationship. When the illusion of his perfect marriage begins to
crumble, Trey realizes he can’t live in oblivion forever and will have to
remember his past in order to salvage his future.
Welcome to the Sprawling ‘A’ Ranch, where the men are as hot as the
August sun.
4.5 Stars- "This is very much an emotional, character
driven story. A well written story."- Jeep Diva Reviews
5 Stars- "So, although the chemistry between Greta and
Trey sizzles, and I mean it’s scorching hot, it’s the miracle of healing and
hope that makes this story so special."- Romancing the Book
Excerpt
“Tell
me about our first kiss.”
“Wow.”
Her brows rose. “You change gears quickly.” Her soft chuckle made his breath
hitch and his fingers tightened where they had landed on her hip. He was
pleased when he felt an answering shudder race through her.
He
shrugged. “I’m curious about you. About us. I want to hear about something
happy.”
“You
think our first kiss was a happy memory?”
“It
wasn’t?” How could it not have been?
Greta
threw her head back and laughed long and hard. Her hair rippled down her back
and her shoulders shook as he stared at her with both confusion and amusement.
It was the first time he had earned a genuine smile from her and he wanted to
do it again.
“Our
first kiss.” She sobered and bit her lip as her gaze focused inward. This time
when she laughed it was with a low and husky purr. It poured over him like
syrup and pooled in his groin. “We’d been dancing, and you were trying to
convince me that I was your girl. You pulled a macho move and planted one on me
as I was trying to walk away. It was the funniest thing ever.”
“Why
was it funny?”
“Because
it was all soft and lippy and really wet. I was surprised that the great
love-’em-and-leave-’em Trey Armstrong was a piss-poor kisser.” She giggled.
“That
can’t be right.” He looked away in disbelief and shifted in his seat. “You must
be remembering it wrong.”
“You’re
questioning my memory?”
“Well,
yeah.” He didn’t recall having any troubles where the ladies were concerned.
She must be playing with him. “I couldn’t have been that bad. You obviously
stuck with me.”
“I
had to retrain you.”
Retrain
him, huh? “Was I a quick study?” he smirked.
Her
expression took on a dreamy quality that had him thinking of hot summer nights
tangled in crisp cool sheets. “Yeah, you were.”
He
leaned in close, close enough to smell the wine on her breath. It was
impossible to take his eyes off her succulent lips. “Do you think I still
remember how?”
Greta’s
eyes widened at the unspoken request in his query. “You’d have to tell me,” she
whispered.
He
dipped his head ever so slowly. Watching, waiting to see if she’d pull away.
Her gaze fell to his lips, making them tingle in anticipation until he pressed
his mouth to hers. Remembering her “soft lips” comment, he kept his touch firm.
When he felt her smile in response, he slanted his mouth over hers and coaxed
her to open for him.
She
gasped and melted in his embrace, her arms slipping around his neck to hold on
tight. She tasted of wine and spice, and he wanted more. Her little whimpers
pushed the need to claim her to the breaking point, twisting and twisting until
he thought he would snap.
Hot
damn. Her kiss burned him to the core. If he could, he’d crawl inside her and
not leave for days. His shaft throbbed and reminded him that it had been awhile
since he had engaged in any vigorous activity. Since he couldn’t remember the
last time he had had a taste of her body, it felt how like he suspected he had
the first time with her, hot desperate and completely out of control.
Which
was why he needed to stop. Now.
The
need to take her slow, then fast, then slow again was strong. But the need to
have her trust was greater. She was holding back. He felt it. Any information
about their relationship he’d had to coax from her like getting a newborn calf
to accept a new mama. She hadn’t refused to answer his questions, but she
hadn’t elaborated, either. For some reason she was hiding something, and that
bothered him.
With
a strength he didn’t know he possessed, he tore away, leaving them both
struggling for breath.
Her
lips were swollen and wet, her eyes dazed as she blinked up at him. “Yeah, you
remembered,” she said as she exhaled.
“I’m not gonna lie to
you, Greta.” His throat was so raw it hurt. “I want you. Want you something
fierce. From the moment I first saw you, you called to me. My head might not
remember you, but my body sure does.”
Until next time, y'all!
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