London, Is Falling

The only thing fancy about me is my name.

My life might be privileged, but I’m no spoiled princess.

But when my father dies, and leaves me running my family’s cattle empire, and the head of the family, the last person I need help from is the sexy town sheriff. He might want more than a one-night stand, but I have a ranch to run.

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Paris, In Love

Contrary to what others believe, I don’t think that friends should be lovers. You don’t have pillow talk with your best friends. And you don’t talk about other hot guys with your lover.

I believe those words, the same way I believe that Asher Kinkaide will always be there for me... as long as we don’t become lovers.

I can’t risk losing my best friend--the only person I’ve ever really counted on. After all, I saw firsthand what it did to my parents' marriage when they crossed that line.

Asher says that he wants to build a future with me, I can see it in his eyes when he watches me. I can’t deny the way I burn for him, but what happens when we ignite? All I’ll have left is the ashes.

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Holland, At War

Two facts are true-

1) All isn’t fair in love and war, by the way, this is war.

2) I’m not a people person, that’s not entirely true. I’m not a “one man in particular person, my next door neighbor Reid Brooks, aka Dick.

If I never have to see his ugly mug again, okay, that’s a lie, he’s really gorgeous, too hot if you ask me, but no one asked me. Anyway, if I never see him again that would be perfect.

Unfortunately for me, life isn’t perfect. When my family’s ranch is threatened I have no choice but to wave the white flag and ask my enemy for help.

Jonathan Ash

Suara