Kyle Darby doesn’t want to be a lonely ranch hand forever. If he can help his cousin run a ranch, his chances at future foreman will be drastically increased. But his need to find revenge for his sister clouds his logic.
Sherry isn’t into dating or anything normal – she studies bugs for crying out loud. When Kyle rescues her one night at a bar, she finds it hard to believe his continued interest is sincere. Used to saving herself and her heart, Sherry has to accept that sometimes she needs help.
With her life hanging in the balance, Sherry has to learn to rely on someone else – Kyle.
Can she do it without losing her heart? Or are they both destined to just be along for the ride?
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Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.
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Kyle knew the second Sherri recognized him. Of course, he enjoyed it and let her
He split from Rachiah and moved to stand beside Ryland, crossing his hands in
front of him as he waited for Cyan to walk down the aisle toward his brother.
Embarrassed at the tears in Jareth’s eyes, he focused on just getting through the
proceedings. Until Kyle got a good look at the happiness on Cyan’s face. If he could
make someone that happy to see him, to walk toward forever with him, he’d probably
During the handoff from Mr. Burns to Jareth, Ryland leaned over, eyes focused
forward and whispered, “Man, Cyan has some hot friends, right?” The direction of his
gaze made it hard to figure out which friend he was talking about specifically.
Did he mean Rachiah?
Or was he thinking Sherri?
Rachiah was more Ryland’s type with her exotic looks and distrustful gaze at
anything male. She was a spitfire, too.
Sherri was sweeter, not plainer but pretty in a different way, a simpler more
She was more Kyle’s type. But how did he explain that to Ryland without making
it into a game, a competition in their otherwise normal day-to- day?
Kyle didn’t respond besides a slight nod of his head. He wouldn’t encourage
Ryland. He wouldn’t. He didn’t want to engage in any type of competition with his
cousins. They were too close a family for anything like that to come between them.
Cyan clung to Jareth’s hand, her vulnerable softening visible only to those in the
bridal party as she met Jareth’s eyes and he led her to the officiator.
Her bouquet wasn’t blue. Everything else seemed to be. But she’d gone with
bright yellow sunflowers as big as a man’s spread hand with deep black centers and green
stalks that hung down two feet. The contrast was appealing and eye drawing.
Kyle couldn’t be more excited for her to be his new sister. He scanned the crowd
for Ruby – the little sister he hadn’t seen in a few years. Would he recognize her? There
were his parents. His mother dabbed at the corners of her eyes and their dad appeared
vaguely ill, like maybe someone might ask him to work at any moment.
But no sign of Ruby.
She hadn’t made it to her oldest brother’s wedding?
Hopefully, that wasn’t true. Hopefully, Kyle didn’t have to go to northern Idaho
to bring her home and straighten things out. He’d already spent the greater part of the last
five years stalking Guy.
“You may now kiss the bride.” The pastor folded his arms and waited.
Kyle shot his gaze to Sherri, their eyes locked and her cheeks flushed. Would she
blush like that when she was kissed? She didn’t seem shy at all.
Cyan and Jareth embraced.