Sometimes the place you’re trying to run from is exactly where your heart needs to be…
Bailey Hart has never felt like she measures up to her cousins at Heart Fire Ranch. It doesn’t help that her rocker attitude has made her a black sheep in her small town. So when her band gets their big break in Los Angeles, “Wild Hart” can’t run fast enough…If only there weren’t so many reasons to stay.
After a harrowing stint in the Oakland Police Department, sheriff’s deputy Chase McKee has returned home a hero, and yet he feels anything but. And when he finds out Bailey might be leaving for good, the feelings he’s always harbored for his best friend’s cousin just won’t stay hidden. He knows she wants to get the heck out of Dodge, but he’s hoping to show her where she really belongs—with him.
Will this Wild Hart turn her back on love, or will she realize her heart really belongs closer to home?
T. J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the
past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.
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“Woman, you could crush a man’s ego, talking like that. I knew you were feisty, but I didn’t know you were heartless.” He winked at her, stepping up to grab the cleaning supplies from her hand. When his fingers brushed over hers, he felt the vibration of desire travel all the way to his toes.
“Then I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Like what your lips taste like, how your eyes would darken with desire, or what it would be like to feel your breasts pressed against my chest and feel your skin under my fingertips.
His mind was busy filling in the blanks when her hand moved under his, sliding the cleaning tote back onto the table. Her blue eyes were dark, and he wanted to believe he was seeing the same hunger he knew was in his. Then she rolled her eyes, pursing her lips, and moved away from him. His fingers burned where they’d held hers only seconds before and turned cold where her warmth had just been.
She reached for the handle of the vacuum, rolling it toward the doorway. “You know, you could wait for Jessie outside.”
He almost laughed as she eyed him suspiciously. “What? Can’t trust yourself alone with me?”
“Yes, of course, that’s it.” She nodded, the mound of hair piled on her head bobbing forward. It took every bit of self-control for him to keep from brushing back the loose wisps that had fallen forward and were stuck against her cheek. “There’s just something about a man in a dingy khaki shirt that makes a girl’s heart beat fast. I think I’ll pass.”
“You invited me to Julia’s for dinner, remember?”
“I was joking.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Then it must have been temporary insanity,” she offered.
He couldn’t help but laugh, opening the door to the cabin. Gracie ran out into the yard ahead of him. “I’ll have you know, there are plenty of women around here who’d love to have dinner with me.” He smiled as she turned back to him, skepticism clearly written on her face.
“Well, you know what they say. We women have to kiss a few frogs to find Prince Charming, so . . .”
Chase arched his brows as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Bailey, are you offering to kiss me?”
“I’d rather kiss—”
“Ah-ah,” he warned with a laugh. “You should be careful. With all the animals your cousins have around here, whichever one you pick could probably be arranged.”